Two Men

Once upon a time there wre two men. One was a rock. The other was a
wisp of smoke.
One would be here forever, because he was made of the same eternal substance as the earth upon which he stood; the other was at the mercy of the wind.
They were two men because I could not be both at the same time, and if I started the day as one, I was never sure I would not end it as the other. That is how we live: dark and light, right and wrong,
conviction and fear, rock and smoke.