The grim faced man in his somber, pinstriped suit addressed the cameras with subdued eyes. Standing on a podium outside a stately building, with tall, white, fluted columns, he spoke in a heartfealt voice. “My friends, I take no joy in saying this, but what needed to be done has been done. The law we enacted three years ago, making it illegal to publicly profess to believe in fables and myths from ancient books, has finally carried out its duty, and today marks the end of all religiosity. While we do not celebrate death, we can let our hearts become light at knowing that no longer will the minds of our children be warped, nor humanity be held back by willful ignorance.”
He appeared as though he was about to say more, but stopped and cocked his head instead. The noise was unlike any heard before by man. In the crowd, heads were turning back and forth, mutterings passed from one to another. The noise continued, and grew. A sort of keening ululation, but with harmonies more pure than the best choir could produce. All at once, it broke into a crescendo, and though there were no words, it stirred something deep within the soul.
“It’s the rocks,” someone said suddenly. “Oh my god, it’s the rocks!”
“Oh. My God! It’s the rocks!”
Luke 19:40 – “I tell you,” [Jesus] replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”