The ritual of the Rock
Till now am not sure why I decided to write all this… but writing then sharing these little stories became so important for my sanity.
Today I will write about a new unspoken ritual. A ritual dedicated to the group of children that I proudly belong to.
I am always accused of being childish; do not make sense, yet so daring in certain times, that I even surprise myself.
I want to write about one million things that are trying to reveal themselves through this little poor pen.
One thought has been keeping me busy since I finished writing the unspoken ritual of the empty chair.
One single thought about the rock that is lying in the water stream. That rock is there for me to see and write about.
The rock was shining under water, yet once I took out and dried it; it lost its luster, and revealed thousands… millions of tiny holes that made the rock to be rough.
I looked and found so many shiny stars and suns inside the rock. Droplets of water are captured inside these holes.
I have studied the forces that can keep these droplets trapped inside, yet I still admire the Creator who put the thought so that someone would enjoy these little droplets.
I can not stop getting surprised and excited every time I look at things, no matter that I might know the boring figures and analysis is made by scientists to explain the existence of such phenomena… in spite of all this I can’t stop the child inside me to jump at the beauty of these stones.
This rock was formed ages ago, age’s astronomical number of years… yet at this particular moment in history and place on Earth, it came under my eyesight… This rock was built during very complex process while Earth was taking its shape…
Yet… yet… I was the one who decided to pick It up and look at the droplets there…
At certain time of philosophy history, Earth was considered the centre of Universe, scientist kept working till they reached the sole fact that Human Beings is the centre of Universe… we always follow and judge things by their material value and facts…
We always forget that we are here… we exist…God has spent so much time for us to know Him, to enjoy His creation… how come we do not judge this… we are the centre of all Universes, yet we disgrace the honor given to us, by not looking at the little rocks lying on the side of the roads…
These rocks are so pure… so fragile… so loving… it is us who passed by and looked at them and did not even bother to take their hand and wipe the tear from their aching heart… we just judged them that they are the others who we live pretending they do not exist.
We fear to be judged by others… yet we forget the nights when we wept when our dreams were shattered and no hand reached out to hug us.
Although our days on earth are short compared to the age of rocks… yet these little moments that we live … build the history of humanity…that’s what we are… the centre of all Universes…
Lot of scientists avoid to follow the path, trying to separate scientific research from spiritual concepts… they are trying to stay scientific… same scientists have no clue how music brings harmony to our lives… lot of how questions that are unanswered because our glorious scientists decided to avoid this path…
Some of them expressed their fear of trying to search the reason behind our existence… give that question to a child … then sit back and watch his replies… he will keep on giving millions of answers…
Once a little boy was asked… where you were before coming to this family. He simply replied… in God’s thoughts…
No matter how old this rock is… it still calls the child within for answers about its existence…
