The Dialogue of the Unmoving

Two stones sat on a hill. They had sat there for a very long time. "The wind is louder today," the smaller stone thought. It didn't have a mouth, so the thought simply vibrated within its granite core. "Noise is the vanity of the moving," the larger stone replied, silently. A lizard paused on the smaller stone. To the stone, the lizard was a fleeting dream of weight. A temporary interruption of the infinite pressure of the sky.