all is well in the end. stones are stones after all. a load has been lifted. reminds me of "cannonball"...

stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life taught me to die
so its not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball

do you know of the song "3 am"? rob thomas wrote it; it's about the time when he was only 12-13 yrs old, and his mum got cancer. i love the piano version of the song. feel sort of a fond affinity with it somehow.

She say it's cold outside and she hands me my raincoat
She's always worried about things like that
She says it's all gonna end and it might as well be my fault
And she only sleeps when it's raining
And she screams and her voice is straining
[chorus]She says baby It's 3 am I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
Says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it

She's got a little bit of something, God it's better than nothing
And in her color portrait world she believes that she's got it all
She swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to
And she only sleeps when it's raining
And she screams and her voice is straining

[chorus]

She believes that life is made up of all that you're used to
And the clock on the wall has been stuck at three for days, and days
She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway
But outside it's stopped raining

[chorus]