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Wednesday, December 14, 2005


My boots make crunching sounds in the granite gravel as I walk to my truck and I wonder - did all this gravel come from one big rock or from several smaller ones, possibly rejects from large rock projects? Could this be the excess rock carved off Stone Mountain in Georgia to make the huge memorial? Or even from the famous "Venus de Milo" and this is part of her missing arms?

Maybe there is famous gravel in that driveway - then maybe not. Gravel driveways are good to have in remote locations because you can hear when someone's coming from the crunching sounds that are made. The sound comes from a violent grinding together when pressure is applied - leading me to believe that eventually they would be ground into granite dust - like in a hundred years or so - but what's time to a rock?

Which brings up another question - if there's nobody there to hear the gravel, does it really make a noise?

Could it be that each small stone of the gravel has microbial life contained thereon? If so, this small piece of rock would be their whole universe (or microverse). Do these tiny worlds have order and rule of law? Do their microscopic police carry teensy antibiotic pistols to bring the bad germs to justice? How would they communicate? With no voice to speak or hands for sign language, it must be some kind of touchy feely chemical perception.

Do they learn and are some smarter than others and make fun of those not so gifted? Are there institutes of higher learning for them, and do they have tiny games on Saturday afternoons and wave micro-flags? Are microscopic victory dances done after the player oozes into the end zone? Are the itsy bitsy goal posts torn down after winning?

There seems to be more questions than answers here but in the spiritual realm, I have a Friend that answers all the questions I have. There are still some things that I don’t understand and may never in this life, but He will explain these in the life to come.

Perception and imagination varies from person to person, and that's a good thing. ec


Blogger Sometimes Saintly Nick said...

Does the crunching gravel make a noise? Does the falling tree make a sound? When I first encountered that philosophical question I found myself getting too involved in the potential riposte, the first of which is “who cares?” Well, philosophers care—and as a theologian I am supposed to be a species of philosopher.

Which reminds me of what a professor of systematic theology said to his class: “A philosopher is a person in a dark room looking for a black cat that doesn’t exist. When that person finds the cat, he/she becomes a theologian.”

12/14/2005 11:02:00 PM  
Blogger mreddie said...

SSN - I like what the prof said. Since you are a theologian (having found the cat) do you still have the cat and what did you name it? :) ec

12/15/2005 02:01:00 PM  
Blogger WILLIAM said...

I love the granite alarm of someone approaching.

12/15/2005 03:46:00 PM  
Blogger mreddie said...

william - The granite alarm does seem to be very effective, whether on foot or in a vehicle. Thanks for stopping by. ec

12/15/2005 07:56:00 PM  

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