message from the universe

There is a choir to which I contribute my very plain, modest alto. I was on rehearsals today (lalala) and as if the universe would try to communicate with me in attempt to inform me about my study issues - here it was, freshly composed brand new crispy song with lyrics by our famous poet Srečko Kosovel. The title: Rock. Not the rock and roll rock, but the rock as a natural occurrence, lithological feature or, if you wish, a lump or mass of hard consolidated mineral matter; "he threw a rock at me" (defined by google). And the words of the poem went something like that: ''Every rock has it's own story to tell.''

No shit, Srečko?!? Did I tell you I am trying hard to pass some geology exams these days? Can you imagine how many hundreds of pages of stories I have to bite through? No, you CAN'T.