In a trickle of water among the ferns among the roots of a red cedar tree high above San Josef Bay,
… a tiny salmon lives out its first year, hunting insects in water so dark it feels like air, occasionally shot through with light as the trees high above shift in the sky.
The trees that shade these tiny waters have grown from the bodies of the ancestors of this salmon. Now, this salmon forest is home for the future. This fish is the forest.
This is just one of the spiritual bodies of a salmon. Look at the skin it draws to itself from the water and carries to sea.
Eating farmed salmon is poison for your soul.