Apr 30, 2018 22:56
Once upon a time there was a stone circle somewhere in England. The stones were having a good time - telling each other stories, watching stars, singing beyond human hearing... Then one day the smallest stone (whose time sense was faster than that of the bigger stones, so that this stone could be aware of things and events of more fleeting nature than stars and stories) noticed some human people standing at a distance, waving hands, making excited sounds and taking pictures of something no doubt very interesting. The stone shared this with its friends the bigger stones and that was so mysterious, and the stones loved mysteries, that they all decided to move that night to where the humans were standing and to have a look themselves (stones can move a little at night). This they did, and looking back they were really disappointed: there was nothing to see, just the barren field where they used to stand. So they came back, firmly convinced: humans are mysterious creatures indeed, more mysterious than stars and stories - as far as the story goes, that's it.
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