The people ran into the street but by then all was still The rock seemed where it always was or where it always will be When someone asked where he had gone they said: 'Oh he was daft. Who cares about that crazy fool.' And then they'd start to laugh.

He ran under it with one last hope that he could add a prop And as he disappeared the rock came to a stop.

But high up on the mountain When the wind is hitting it If you're watching very closely The rock slips a little bit...

He went up on the mountain beside the giant stone They knew he was insane so they left him alone He'd given up enlisting help for there was no one else He spen…

Society is based on the assumption that everyone is alike and that no one is alive.

Good sense travels on the well-worn paths; genius, never. And that is why the crowd, not altogether without reason, is so ready to treat great men as lunatics.

It's everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so - I don't know - not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless …