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Rumbling along beneath a dreadul sky, a fairly large stone (gathering no moss, as the saying goes, though it did happen to have accrued a good deal of mud along the way, attempting at every opportunity to spread the wealth, as it were (in this case, mud, the possession of a good deal of which, in most cases, classes you either an incredibly messy person or means you've got a slightly different set of values than your mates)) rumbled.
And the only thing that has to do with our story is that it rolled/rumbled past the main character, who was sitting on a hill, specifically not being run over by a stone rolling/rumbling past.
The main character was thinking, sitting and thinking, thinking mostly Big Thoughts (except for a few brief moments; when he first heard the rumbling and caught sight of the stone rolling towards himself he was thinking mostly in expletives, and when he realised it wasn't going to hit him, after all (which was, coincidentally, the same moment some of the mud the stone was trying to share copiously with the landscape through which it rumbled was shared copiously with the main character), and his thoughts were again, and slightly muddied, mostly expletives).

He had a list beside him, now slightly muddied. It read: 1. Life. 2. Post-Life. 3. Desire. 4. Cheese.
It was a reasonably noble and extremely worthy list, one most anyone would be proud to have. Except for the cheese bit, which he was growing more and more concerned about as the day wore on. But past that, he was reasonably happy to be sitting a hill, granted, slightly muddy now, thinking Big Thoughts, with a list of apparently Big Items on it. Including cheese.
He didn't think it was a stream-of-consciousness list, nor did he he think he'd done it automatically. He wasn't entirely sure how it had gotten there, to be honest, nor any idea who had written it all down, though it did appear to be his handwriting. Which made him think, at first, considering his handwriting, that it might not have been 'Cheese', but might have been... well, something else, like 'Geese'. Which wasn't entirely helpful, and if he started questioning his handwriting in that instance then he might have to be honest with himself and admit that 'Desire' could very well be 'Dentist'.

So he had a list, out in the wild, sitting on a hill, thinking Big Thoughts.
And at the top of the hill, the wise old sage who'd pushed the stone down the hill in the first place nodded her head sagely (as they're wont to do). The main character was going to learn a Big Life Lesson soon.
And she was hoping her aim with the rock was considerably better this time. Hopefully without splattering her special combo food and laundry list any more than it had been.

disclaimer:
Again, punctuational idiosyncracies wholly and fully making a statement, and not typos. We have editorial staff for that.

Sane Magazine, sadly, is no longer allowed to condone pushing stones (large or otherwise) down hills at people.

Beware people bearing gift baskets and fruitcakes, as they've probably misplaced their calendars and think it's the holiday season, and are going to be quite annoyed you've forgotten to get them a gift yet again.