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Eye and the Stone
I dropped a pebble in the middle of the mill pond. A small dark seedling of icy black stone that sat cold in the square of my palm out flat: no bigger than the size of a matchbox. Its shadowy dark figure reflecting back the lifeless core of my aching eyes; its motionless demands reflecting the motionless demands of my own and yet; we both said nothing. We just stood still; staring back at one another between the vast oceans of distance from it perch on the precipice of my palm; waiting for the first of us to cave. And so we waited, staring, neither budging from our positions. It carried the weight of the world as I carried it, as if a sponge soaking in its surroundings and I was beginning to falter beneath its burdening load.
Its fall from my hand was the fall of my own self, and it was as if time stood still within the microseconds it took to pierce the surface of the pond. All the world fell away with its falling. All the world disappeared in its descent. My stone was going to sink, and the world would all sink with it. Top over bottom over top again it tumbled down the rabbit hole, a myriad of crystals - reflecting shards of light - that danced back and forth between the surface of the water; the slick black surface of the stone; and my eyes. A poise upon the tip of my tongue, mouth gaping, like the immanent moments before a crowd of applause. I was stuck in free fall with my descending captor and would not be released until its enveloped watery embrace.
Choirs of white noise echoed out in trumpeting succession as the pebble met the surface of the mill pond. I, myself, with relenting sigh of exhaustion. The great body of water silently still, like a sheet of glass, stretched and moulded and accommodated its recent arrival; absorbing its weight - my weight - the weight of the world as it passed into the arms of the pond. Great tidal waves of energy suddenly absorbed, rose up in infinite eternal rings of water and spread out in all directions towards the ends of the earth traveling faster and faster and faster. The great weight of the world, soaked into the spongy core of my stone, now sped out towards the far reaches of the globe to be redistributed once again. The world had inhaled…paused…and exhaled, as I had inhaled, paused, and exhaled again.
I and the stone, the stone and the world, the world and me.
