In the world there is a piece of land that juts out into the sea.

The people loved this land; the sea lashed it furiously, but it did not move. In their eyes and mouths the land was brave, defiant, resilient, and so it became. On this land there is a stone. Many before it had been chipped from the mass of rock by unfeeling nature, to be ground, smoothed, flattened, shattered, and finally lofted into the air to become the sands of some far-off beach. But this stone was not alike. It had been hewn and dragged and dressed and stood by men. The people, who loved the land and gave it meaning, knew of a place where mighty rock thrust its...