Once there was a rock in a riverbed, laying still among flowing water. The rock said no words, the rock had no thoughts, the rock could not see, the rock did not do. It had been for thousands of thousands of years, yet never done, never truly been. Now, you too know of this rock. Worthless, is it not?
As with all the other rocks, this one would eventually be eroded into dust by the harsh unforgiving river. Die a slow death in the words of someone long forgotten. We see this rock and project our thoughts onto it. We want the rock to be safe. But reality is different. Rocks will never feel. Rocks don't mourn their siblings. Rocks don't quietly endure.
But I need to confess something, or you can leave here.
I have been lying to you.
Here, laws don't apply. Apples fall towards the sky. Rocks mourn their brothers and sisters while enduring endless torment. Water is the neither hero nor villian, slowly killing some while keeping others alive. The only rule is that there is no rules, causality isn't true. How can things be in such a world? someone asks. The answer is that it doesn't matter, as nothing matters. I can drown in the river today and break my leg after falling from a tree tomorrow.
The rock lies alone and scared in the riverbed. Water flowing along its shape. It is scared, as you are when a river tries to kill you. Brother, are you here the rock asks. But of course, nobody responds. Still the rock remains in place, fulfilling its everlasting duty in the world. You should admire the rock for what it does, without the rock yesterday would not have occurred. Or maybe you would want for the past to be erased?
Over a thousand thousand years the rock becomes dust. Not dying, but becoming a thousand others. A thousand who live for eachother, who merge with all their neighbors. Long long past the rocks eroding, a thousand feet march across a river. Some wear sandals, some ride horses and others go barefoot. Among those who cross sand sticks to their feet, in their shoes and on their hooves. Finally, the rock leaves the river.
The end.