The members of group 3 felt they were ready for their presentation. They had a grasp of the situation and they knew what they were going to say. They believed they could use PowerPoint to aid in the visual aspect of their presentation on innocence and experience, however technology thought different. People scrambled among the various power cords and wires, but they could not muster the technological knowledge to make the instruments perform. They were forced to call upon a computer goon from deep inside the inner workings of the building. Eventually the problem was solved and the presentation began. However, during the preceding fiasco numerous songs of innocence and experience were being sung right outside the window by the voice of nature.

As the group began to speak I did not hear them. Their visual aids shone bright in the room, yet I did not see them. My body was in the room, but my mind wandered among the joys of nature. I walked upon a river meandering its way down a majestic mountain valley. The cool water was glass, I could see deep into the river’s beauty. Just ahead, in about two feet of water, something caught my eye. A perfectly rounded pebble shone through the water. Reaching down, I picked it up and admired its flawlessness. Yet, the rock’s spherical shape is not its own. It is a clod made round through the wishes of the flowing water. Eventually, it will be warn down to sand particles. Then the sand particles will inevitably become rock and in time a new clod will be born. I cannot stop wondering what its true form is.

Jeremy Guidotti