ETERNITY

ETERNITY

About sixty years ago I read a book.  I have entirely forgotten what the book was about, but I do remember that the flyleaf had something that made a lasting impression on me.  Let me share that with you.  It said:

“In the far north there is a rock which is one thousand miles long, one thousand miles wide and one thousand miles high.  Every three hundred years a little bird sharpens it’s beak on that rock.  When that rock has thus been worn away one day of eternity will have passed”