Nuclei I

I met a man once on the beach, where I had come so walk my dog. There was nobody else there but us three, for it was late in the afternoon on a cold autumn day, and the tourists had long left the island. The man had sat himself down on a great boulder and he looked out over the sea. I hesitated to disturb him, but I was curious what he was doing here. I decided to ask him about his beliefs. He sized me up for a minute and then said: ‘I believe what this rock believes.’