There was a very nice field with green grass and I could see in every direction the green grass and the sky. One day a rock appeared, a huge rock, a boulder, and it was like a stain on a white dress. I hated the boulder, I wanted my empty pure field. I wanted to remove the boulder but I could not because it was too large. There was nothing I could do. Nothing. I was filled with a sickening feeling and I thought of the boulder all the time. I could turn away from it but it was always on my mind -- I knew it was there. But I did not want it to be there. But there was nothing I could do.
