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Rock, Human


Sounds like a rock and human problem to me. If Cain had had a gun he'd have shot his brother and then what, go on a murder spree because he felt the destructive power of using a more efficient weapon? Then... he would go on to invent the machine gun, then the cannon, then the grenade, then the bomb, then the even bigger bomb, then the nuclear bomb! But, alas, he only had a rock, maybe he could have found a stick if he had looked harder, but then Abel would have asked him what he was doing and Cain would have told him and the metaphor would have been lost in the annals of a story that never happened because one brother told the other the truth of his intentions, or maybe he'd have invented the game of baseball? Who knows what happened or if it indeed did happen, or if it was all just a damned metaphor that got lost among the thousands of others...?

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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