Not far from where I grew up, smack dab in the middle of two townhouses on a side-street, sits an enormous boulder. It's just ... there ... lying dormant and unperturbed behind a fence.
It's a piece of the past -- and here I'm talking like the billions of years ago past -- that's remained perennial as the asphalt jungle grew around it.
For various reasons, it's never been dynamited or removed, it appears too daunting a task -- although in real estate hungry NYC, people see this piece of evolutionary history has occupying a precious location and want it gone.
I hope, for one, that it remains. This piece of pure earthliness is a reminder of where we came from and, in a way, where we'll return.
Dare I say that this boulder is ... holy?
Dare I say that this boulder is ... holy?
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