A conversation with a rock

‘Hello’ I said to the rock

He said nothing. 

He sat on the hill. 

With the old willow tree shielding him from the elements. 

I sat with him. 

He said,

‘What do you see?’

I said ‘the horizon.’

He said,

‘Does it end?’

I couldn’t find an answer. 

He continued,

‘If it does end. Are we doomed to be disappointed with our ambition?

But if it goes on, are we doomed to be a failure by our own high expectations?’

I stayed quiet for a moment. 

I then asked, 

‘You’re a rock. How could you reach the horizon?’

The rock chuckled. 

He simply said 

‘I guess we’re both rocks then.’

-K