哲學家如是說。一顆石頭因此陷入沉思。
他看著自己的影子，有時短，有時長；有時淺，有時深。忽然，他意識到自己的存在。
他沒見過自己。現在他可以透過影子認識自己。可是時常變化形狀的影子，哪一個才是真正的自己？
河水不斷地流淌。有一天，石頭發現光決定了影子的存在。他開始觀察光。
「原來影子的變化，都是因為光的變化而來的，」石頭心想：「所以我要知道自己本來的樣子，就得認識光。」
於是石頭仰起頭，卻赫然發現：光的本身，沒有影子！
石頭再度陷入沈思。山綠了又白、白了又綠，不知道過了多久......
光還是一樣的光，沒有影子。
然而石頭有了重大發現：光，無處不在。而他，卻困在這裡，已不知春秋......
他決定成為光，這樣他就可以無處不在。可是這笨重的身軀，卻讓他動彈不得。
看著自己的影子，石頭第一次感覺到被轄制的痛苦。
於是石頭閉眼不看光，也不看影子。渴望成為光的意念縈繞不去，他陷入一種沉沉的哀傷中，彷彿時間已經靜止。
某天，石頭感覺暖暖的，薰風拂過，身上隱約被帶走了些什麼。他重新睜開眼，發覺自己的影子瘦了許多。突然間，他心裡明白了。
他抬頭看天，陽光依然燦爛，一如當初。
石頭笑了。此後每一天他只迎著陽光，滿懷期待，不再去看自己的影子。
石頭的影子越來越瘦，也越來越矮。終於，石頭消失了，地上連一點存在過的痕跡都不留，只有陽光照耀。
石頭去哪兒了？
石頭無處不在。
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★謝謝Stephen Grewar 長老的欣賞：
This is so deep! How did you come up with it? Such a cool illustration. Wow.
英文版（ChatGPT翻譯）
<Light and Shadow>
“Where there is light, there is shadow...”
So said the philosopher. A stone fell into deep thought.
It looked at its own shadow—sometimes short, sometimes long; sometimes faint, sometimes deep. Suddenly, it became aware of its own existence.
It had never seen itself. Now, it could come to know itself through its shadow. But the shadow constantly changed shape—which one was the real self?
The river kept flowing. One day, the stone discovered that light determined the existence of the shadow. It began to observe the light.
“So the changes in the shadow are all caused by changes in the light,” the stone thought. “If I want to know my true form, I must understand the light.”
So the stone looked up—and was startled to find that light itself cast no shadow!
The stone fell into thought again. The mountain turned green, then white, then green again. Who knows how much time passed...
The light remained unchanged—without shadow.
But the stone made a profound discovery: light is everywhere. And it—was stuck here, unaware of the passing seasons...
It decided to become light—then it, too, could be everywhere. But its heavy body kept it from moving.
Looking at its own shadow, the stone felt—perhaps for the first time—the pain of being confined.
So it closed its eyes, no longer looking at the light or the shadow. The longing to become light lingered in its heart, and it sank into a deep sorrow, as if time itself had stopped.
One day, the stone felt warmth. A gentle breeze passed by, carrying away something from its body.
It opened its eyes again, and saw that its shadow had grown thinner. Suddenly, it understood.
It looked up at the sky—the sunlight still shone brightly, just as it always had.
The stone smiled. From that day on, it faced the sun every day, full of hope, never again looking back at its shadow.
The shadow grew thinner and shorter. Finally, the stone vanished—leaving no trace behind, only the sunlight shining down.
Where did the stone go?
The stone is everywhere.
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