our view, but glimpses
waves just passing by
.. only the rocks unmoving ..
Hendrik Willem Van Loon, The Story of Mankind, 1921
High up in the North in the land called Svithjod,
there stands a rock.
It is 100 miles high and 100 miles wide.
Once every thousand years
a little bird comes to the rock to sharpen its beak.
When the rock has thus been worn away,
then a single day of eternity will have gone by.
