Stone

“For the stone which has been thrown up it is no evil to come down, nor indeed any good to have been carried up.” —Marcus Aurelius Only this stone is certain, if only for a moment. I touch it and look down at the dark sea, a curtain behind which life here started, reminded that all things are in a state of flux, the living and departed. And yet the bell still rings over the sun-lit hill. A padre gives a sermon about eternal things. “The Father sacrifices his one and only Son.” The fruit of an amoeba, morphed into man, devises an escape, the burden too difficult to bear? If only for a moment only this stone is certain.