Some of my brothers live for billions of years.
My sisters enjoy just tens of thousands of years.
But we are all the same, moments in history change us not.
Romans be damned or whatever authoritarian culture people are drawn to love
but are never well served.
We sit not in judgement but in boredom,
the same story keeps replaying over and over again.
Had we tears, crying would give comfort, but no such respite for the weary.
Our only fate is to be slowly worn down by the elements.
Where will our final resting place be?
Deep cold space or
will we all contract into a blazing flash of glory.
Funny thing, we know our future,
but it is for you to figure out.
Will you get it?
Maybe not.
Your existence is measured in tens of years not even an eye blink for us.
But you seem to believe superior wisdom?
The reason for this is not clear
but it is entertaining to watch.
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Author Notes
Rocks are more thoughtful than you might imagine.
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