Hard Rock

The rock I stand on is hard I lean down and put my hand on its hardness Once there was a nothingness then the tiniest speck of somethingness burst into the everythingness until at last there was thinkingness so I can feel this hardness But this hardness is really an illusion brought about by a grand collusion the quite improbable action of four forces of attraction and one more of reaction With steel hammer this rock I could shatter but if a creature were I of dark matter this rock I’d not even batter So tell pray tell me what’s really real I’m sure it can’t be just what I can feel