Post by MUSE on Jul 8, 2011 19:17:36 GMT -5
... in a small town in the heart of New England, there was a rock that was rumored to be magical. Any promise made in its presence was said to come true. Couples used to get married before it, reciting vows of eternal love and commitment. The rock flourished in the happiness. But the tradition waned and the rock became neglected.
Over time, it became a host for different sorts of promises: vows stemming from despair and pain. The rock absorbed the sadness and anger.
In the spring of 1962, there was a shooting in the local high school. Thirteen students were injured and four were killed. Three of the fatalities were the shooter's most abusive bullies. The other fatality was the shooter himself. No one knew that the night before, he had gone to the rock and told it, “I swear I'm going to kill them.”
Some people get the sense of strange coincidence in their lives, but in a world where people make promises absentmindedly and frequently, no one's been able to pinpoint the cause.
Can you imagine? - what your life would be like if you were forced to keep your promises?
Over time, it became a host for different sorts of promises: vows stemming from despair and pain. The rock absorbed the sadness and anger.
In the spring of 1962, there was a shooting in the local high school. Thirteen students were injured and four were killed. Three of the fatalities were the shooter's most abusive bullies. The other fatality was the shooter himself. No one knew that the night before, he had gone to the rock and told it, “I swear I'm going to kill them.”
Some people get the sense of strange coincidence in their lives, but in a world where people make promises absentmindedly and frequently, no one's been able to pinpoint the cause.
Can you imagine? - what your life would be like if you were forced to keep your promises?