"Time
is a hideous thing. We either want to destroy it because of its
abundance, or we chase after the inadequate amount that presents
itself when we most need it. It chases us and yet wades around
us like an empty ocean. It is truly our mortality that gives it
the power that we allow it. After all, is it not our mortality
that gives us that thrill of living on the edge and truly feeling
alive? But were we not to fear the end, would we not live?"
said the man upon the rock.
"You
are blocking my sun," thought the rock.
"And
is time not a thing created by man?" said the man.
"And
your pants are wet," thought the rock.
"And
whoa the trouble of man contemplating the beginning. Where do
we come from? What purpose do we serve? Why are we here? Why can
we think? Who are we to give ourselves such importance?"
asked the man.
"Look,
a yellow spotted squirrel!" noticed the rock.
"And
who are we to make ourselves so important that we perpetuate our
own existence because we think we are God's greatest gift?"
said the man.
"No,
it was just a grasshopper," noticed the rock.
"Wasn't
it man who wrote the Bible? Are we simply a disease upon the earth
infesting it like a plague until the earth tires of us and rids
itself of its unwanted growth?" said the man.
"I
think it's supposed to rain," thought the rock.
"And
were we to not have all this technology, we would most certainly
still think so highly of ourselves. Why yes, we have proven that
time and time again," said the man.
"I
want to move," thought the rock.
"After
all, we only now feel enlightenment. There are some humans that
believe we should be responsible for things around us, like our
planet, and all of nature. These are the same people that believe
that we are causing global warming, that we have so much of an
effect on the earth, that we will change the climate. And make
it bad for whom?" said the man angrily.
"What
was I thinking?" thought the rock.
"Make
it bad for us! Oh, forget the fact that the world has been here
for millions of years! Forget the fact that ice ages happen! It's
normal! The world has been hit by meteors, been overrun with giant
reptiles, and continents have moved! Who do we think we are!?"
the man yelled, his blood pressure rising, his hands breaking
into a sweat, his face turning red.
"Oh,
look, a rainbow," thought the rock.
The
man suddenly calmed and looked down upon the rock on which he
sat. He looked perplexed. "I wonder if rocks are alive,"
he thought out loud. "I wonder if perhaps they move so slowly
that we just don't notice. I mean, there are so many things that
we do not understand in this world, in this universe. What about
colors we don't see and living things we could not possibly recognize?"
The
man just sat there for the longest time, saying nothing, exasperated
by himself.
"I
think I moved!" said the rock.
The End
