The Mind of the Rock

Can I believe in the existence of something called "history"? Something in which: rulers hanged slaves rebelled lovers wept bitterly. Something made by the deeds of rulers and slaves and lovers? Something in which: rulers burn slaves revolt lovers carry their tears in the cup of their hands in every direction. Can I believe in the existence of something like a sharp rock – called history – ? A hard rock – entirely – outside of me? ...