Awsome Rock

In a very cliché moment of boy-meets-girl, they did indeed meet one fine afternoon as their respective walks intersected. Only moments into their now mutual stroll it became glaringly obvious that it was nice. So caught up in the niceness of it all; neither of them noticed the the rock in the middle of the trail which glowed with the light of awesomeness. They tripped over it. This would have been unfortunate had this not been such an awesome rock, thus it was an awesome trip. They had an awesome time rolling around in the awesome dust. Even the people watching thought it was awesome. Soon they had to get back up and dust them selves off. “That was awesome" they both said. This was followed by one of those awkward silences. A moment passed and the girl said that she had to get back to work. The boy said something to the effect of “can I call you?” and she said “sure”. As she walked away the boy wasn't so sure she meant it, and the girl didn't seem to think he would.

This is of course a parable which begs the question, where did the rock come from. Do we make our own rock? Is the rock fate? May be it's like the feather in dumbo, a physical manifestation of something that exists within ourselves. May be it's some ones job to bring the rock and the others is to pretend they didn't see it coming. Is it possible that cupid doesn't shoot arrows but throws rocks instead?