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.
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.
posted by cavalier at 7:48 AM
4 Comments:
interesting comparison...
brilliant!
I'm the wind. ;-)
Or the dynamite. ;-)
I've always wondered what the rocks would tell me, if I took the time to learn their language (something more-refined than simple geology/paleontology.
wow! wow! go away 27th you are soooooo rock!
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