Rock When I die, I will become a rock, never touched by compassion, joy or anger. While being torn down by wind and rain, It will only whip itself inwards in eternal, impersonal silence, and at last forget its own existence; Floating clouds, distant thunder! Though it may dreams, it will never sing. Though broken in pieces, it will never utter a word. I will become such a rock.                                  Chi-Hwan Yu * Home * Profile * Life's Delights * Pictures * Journal * Wisdom * * Faith * Arts & Lit * Books * Korean Food * Recipes * Links * "While we are postponing, life speeds by." Seneca