rock_talk's Journal

Time marches in a different way for the rocks than it does for any other creature on earth. Not so much ‘marching’, really, as a slow, tedious crawl. Not that the rocks knew their lives were tedious. They were rocks, after all, and a life is a life. Tedium is in the eye of the beholder, and after that meteor hit and broke and shattered and scattered new rocks far and wide, well, that’s not tedious, is it? Try having a rock the size of a small planet fall in your backyard, and see if you ever utter the word, ‘tedious’, ever again.

Some people are happy being executives and pilots. Some people crave the corporate life or even espionage and the thrill a little white-collar crime can give you.

Other people are happy to work at the Co-op gas bar their whole loves and spend their minimum wage on beer in Cowboy bars with their equally content, dim-witted friends, never knowing if there was anything else that could be accomplished, and quite frankly, never really giving a shit. As long as the long-necks were cold and the faux buckle-bunnies hot, it was all good. A little slap and tickle in the back of the beat-up old Ford truck bed, followed by chasing the sunlight back to the gas bar where conversations consisted of, “Dude!” and “Fucking awesome!” is all some people need.

So it’s all a matter of persective, really. Rocks are rocks and they have their lives and people are people and have their lives. Or what passes for them. Delivering diesel to truckers or falling out of the sky and landing in a field on another planet. You decide what’s tedious.

It all started with Caleb, sitting in a field basking in the sun most times, he had a lot of time to think. He lived in a small pod with about six other rocks. Caleb had a plan. He’d been in the pod for awhile and seen many things come and go.

Caleb told the ther rocks in his pod about his plan. Because of the particular cadence of rock talk, this took him from halway in the Triassic era trhough the entire Jurassic era and ended up midway into Cretaceous.

Caleb was always considered to be a fast talker by his people.

Midway through the Jurassic era, a brontosaurus walked over Caleb and pooped on him. By the time he was finished his speech, Caleb thought he had spent his whole life covered in dung.

Millions of years later, untold numbers of people would have that exact same feeling, without benefit of having actually been shat upon by a dinosaur.

You see, in all his years in the field, Caleb had watched life pass him and his friends by. Reptiles, mammals, walking, flying, crawling and creeping by.

Inevitably, for whatever reason, they all died out.

Caleb figured they were stupid. Dinosaurs, big and lumbering eventually stopped shitting on him. They disappeared. Mammals that followed, same thing. All just seemed to just up and go, never to be seen again.

But the rocks, now they were constant. Always there. Always underfoot. Nothing ever happend to the rocks. They seemed invincible and perpetual to the planet. Caleb figured this was a sign. That the rocks were destined for a better future. It seemed to him that, in fact, only the rocks had a future and their dominance over Earth was pre-destined.

To Caleb, now was the time of the rocks.

He proposed a rock alliance. A banding together of the brotherhood of the stone. His goal, eventual world domination where a government of rocks would rule the world.

As with great leaders in the human world that would come later, those innovative thinkers armed with only a new idea and a brave heart, his brethern thought he was nuts.

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