As A Stone In the beginning was man. Man had no knowledge of where he was going or what he was meant for, just that he simply was to be. It burned into man's mind daily why he had come to pass like a stone in the midst of a river bend. Water flowed all around him as he stood stagnant, firm, and undecided. The rest of the world flowed around him as he watched it slip by, he wondered, why not me. Why must the man be a stone in an ever changing world around him. Perhaps it's because the man has to be the rock. Perhaps it is the rock's place, it's job, its mission to stand firm even when the river gets wild. Perhaps the man can stand and tell the world, I can endure all. I can, and I will stand when others cannot or will not.
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