i apoligize it took the form of a shitey poem, but sometimes easier, however pretensious seeming: Is that old impassive rock not alive? Could it have tricked its mind into believing it wills my path obstructed by its weight? Could I not be a boulder's hands, moving other boulders at its commands? My hand surely is not alive-- But would I ask it? And when it answer--for an answer, positive or negative, is always there-- would i believe it? would I believe that it answered? I have tricked myself into believing my brain enslaves my body when a dialogue exists between all parts. I do hope, for his sake, that my friend, the rock has no delusions of grandeur...that he controls the wind which dries his flesh, or the river moves his earthen legs; And I hope the same for myself.
hey that was fun and please don't call your efforts "shitty" we are all too fallable to relyably judge ourselves
No ones efforts are bad.....If you take the time to make a good presentation,that means everything!! It was lovely reading,thank you
every flat rock large enough to sit on, is a history of every mobile creature that has rested upon it though they do tend to get harder, the longer you sit on them. they are a friend for a while at least, when legs and feet grow weary on the trail.