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| December 14, 2004
, 1:14 AM |
The boy stopped. Something had caught his eye. It was a beautiful stone - bright red and smooth as ivory. As the boy gazed at the bright red rock on the beach it spoke to him :
“Of what are you but a shadow in the spark of time. A face. A name. A possible entity. Dimly existent. Barely alive. But a speck of life. What have you seen? Kings and queens, war and peace, messiahs and murderers, revolution, progress, triumph, despair, sorrow and joy. The movement of time, the change of life. An evolution in motion. It has all been…before, after and in this moment with me.
Of what are you but a thought in the forever of intellect. A man. Just a man. What have you been? From the birth of the thought to the infancy of intellect I have been. From the beginning of logic to the fruition of the search for meaning I will be. What have you thought? What have you known? Have you seen it come together? Have you seen it begin to? The greatest of your minds have been and will be before me. Democritus, Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, Descartes, Da Vinci, Descartes, Spinoza, Locke, Hume, Berkeley, Kant, Hegel, Marx, Darwin, Einstien….a continuum of endeavor that will exist with me.
Of what are you but an illusion within the blink of an eye. And in this illusion, if you can exist or even within the shadow of a memory, for eternity be…like a rock.”
The boy was a little taken aback. He stared intently at the little stone for some time but he could hear no more sound coming from it. He kept gazing at it for a few seconds. Then bored with the task at hand, with a lazy kick he sent the rock flying into the sea and walked on as he hummed a tune from a movie he had seen the day before. “Aishwarya Rai” he thought “is very pretty”.
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December 14, 2004 
