The Pepperman and the Ancient Rock of Wisdom

I OPENED A DOOR AND FOUND MYSELF ATOP A MOUNTAIN PEAK. A THOUSAND FEET ABOVE THE CLOUDS. OXYGEN WAS EXTREMELY THIN. ONE MIGHT SAY RARE. ONE MIGHT EVEN HALLUCINATE UNDER SUCH CONDITIONS. MY ENTIRE SURROUNDINGS WERE COVERED WITH SNOW. EXCEPT FOR A SIX FOOT CIRCLE OF LUSH GREEN GRASS. IN THE CENTER APPEARS TO BE A PARTIALLY BURIED ROCK. THE SUN WAS DIRECTLY OVER THIS ROCK. WAS THIS A PHENOMENON. HOW COULD THIS BE EXPLAINED. IT'S DIFFICULT TO SAY IF THIS WAS A ROCK OR A BOULDER. ALL I SEE IS WHAT IS SHOWING. A CLOSER LOOK AT THIS BURIED ROCK MAYBE BOULDER I CAN SEE AN INSCRIPTION. TO KNOW ALL IS TO BE ALL TO BE ALL IS TO BE IMMORTAL I'M NOT SURE HOW MANY TIMES I READY IT. HOW EVER IT MADE ME THINK. I THOUGHT ABOUT IT. I BROKE IT DOWN MULTIPLE WAYS. ONE WORD AT A TIME. THE ENTIRE VERSE AS ONE. I HAD NO CHOICE EXCEPT TO WONDER. AND MY MIND DID WANDER. HOW MANY LIFE TIMES WOULD IT TAKE TO KNOW ALL THERE IS TO KNOW? HOW MANY BEINGS WOULD I HAVE TO BE TO BE ALL THERE IS TO BE? IF TO BE IMMORTAL IS TO HAVE NO END. WHERE DOES IMMORALITY BEGIN? Michael E. Harris 02282021