Line of Skill, Light of Freedom
"Give them the fishing tool, not the fish. When you give them the tool, you’ll be liberated from them."
Nika walked along the shore. A small boat sat still. A person waited by it. Their eyes looked at Nika. Their hands lay open.
Nika turned to the River. "What will feed the hungry hand?" he asked.
River flowed on. "River gives a fish. Skill takes the fish."
Nika did not pull a fish from his bag. He held out a length of strong line. He put it in the person's hand. The lantern pulsed once, then brightened. Nika turned and walked on.
The gift of the skill sets both free.