STATUE 2
'Eons ago, matter spun in nothingness, which was everything. Stars stepped forth and held up the sky while planets and moons were born. They were pulled together and arranged according to their mass to circle in safe and rational orbits. Nuclear explosions cast rock, and rained it upon the planet families. Rock or gas, each planet morphed and grew. The cosmos were a havoc dance of order.
Millennia ago, on this planet, a chunk of rock broke off. It broke over and over until it grew small. It fell from a mountain and rested for a thousand years. It fell further down and settled again. An earth quake shook it free and a river grew around it, and drained. It was kicked by a monstrous lizard, and covered by thick brush. It was rolled and tumbled a few thousand or more years until it was moved by hand. It was piled, and placed by a human. Then, it came to rest once more. Then this boy, David, picked it up.
Life’s blood engorges veins, full and rushing, they push up against perfect marble skin on the back of his large and graceful hand. Tension and turmoil runs through his blood, while his muscles stand easy. One can almost feel the heart thumping through the body of this boy.
This boy stands faced with the choice of fear and action, or fear and inaction. His struggle will be the difference between boy and the man he is to become, and freedom or tyranny for his people. As fragile as an egg, the stone is cradled, in his gently closed hand.
Goliath comes in many forms: a corporation, government bureaucracy, or inner turmoil and self doubt. This stone, born of an ancient cosmic union of the Gods, where atoms exploded and magma rained, ice heaved and sediment settled, will be used to differentiate between life and death, and freedom over slavery. It was picked up by this boy, and demonstrates the possibility of victory against the odds. However, one must first, pick up the stone.'
Doris Canfield Bottoni
