ROBERT'S ROCKS: A PHILOSOPHICAL INVESTIGATION Orthodox rocks observe the law: "Thou shalt not hop nor run nor walk, neither crawl nor slither shall ye, no, nor wiggle by. It's further forbidden that ye shall fly." So settled in immutable law, they imperturbably abide. But there are Gnostics in the tribe, who strive to keep alive, the notion that rocks are not just blocks of granite, though granted they can't get up and walk away, still, they are not motionless. Rather they are motion itself. It shocks the Orthodox to hear them talking, arguing the very meaning of Walking -- is it real or merely metaphor? Indeed, what is the essence of 'rocking'? They recount the sorrows of their journey here, recalling all the sockings and knockings they suffered in thrall, pushing through the crust. Rock Gnosticism claims to know the source and nature of the force that called them out of darkness into light. It is they themselves, they say, who are, each and everyone children of the chthonic sun, core stuff are they. They are the one true Walker, A million years they journeyed here, barefoot and barely, and for what? To lie mute and unmoving in the sun? Comes hither now the head man walking, talking, speaking as though he knows where everything goes. The Gnostic rocks are amused. They who have heard the tumbling rumbling of deep earth's core, who know what it means to soar, on winds of will. Called to, the man moves. "Moving to the city," he explains, as though he had thought it up himself. He picks up a rock and walks to the truck, never knowing he's a schmuck, "I think you need another place," he says, "one of gravity and grace." "Rock on," saith the stone, "rock on." Mike Geary Memphis ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html