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I cometh upon a stone and I spake unto it: BE. But nothing it be; then with my finger lifted I spake unto it once more:—BE! WHY, BE!! BE A STONE!! Nothing’s game; and hearing me raving like mad, swearing, perspiring, the owls that stood watching giggled; the trees around rustled with a subtle hint of mockery; and through the foliage I see the sun glinting, shining with a loud, blinding grin. I stood benumbed, even the whole mountain, silent and bewitched, joined the heckle. Then for the whole hour of the week I stood still upon these bullies, pondering and reflecting, pondering and amazed, baffled, lost amidst their jeerings; until one day it came unto me—AND MY! How i too giggled! How i too guffawed! Grinned! For suddenly it dawned upon me: why, they, too—the stone, the owls, the trees, the sun, the mountain—aye, they, too, have been pointing to me all this time, coming unto me as i cometh unto them, speaking unto me as i speaketh unto them: BE!—it saith; BE!—but I no more BE-ing than they do.