Native Americans apologized to the gods of the salmon on their way to the spawn. The Indians needed everything the noble fish offered for the red man's survival. Its needles. Its meat. Its roe. When they returned from the streams the chiefs thanked the great salmon for giving up his life to feed the braves and their families.
A trout freshly torn from its underwater home will gasp for oxygen until its eyes glaze over and the fisherman rarely notices its traumatic struggle for life. The angler today is preoccupied with the fun and skill of outsmarting the lesser creature into his creel and then looks forward to the joy of a pan broiled breakfast in the crisp spring air. That's the sportsman's trophy meal … nature's reward for well executed aggression.
Compassion? That's foreign to both nature and today's social fishermen and far too many business professionals.
So long as the elite continue to hook the masses for a raw source of profit and a trophy breakfast, and don't temper their aggression with global gratitude, mankind will forever resemble a commercial trout pond.
Nature rewards aggression and penalizes compassion.