With clasped hands, and intent looks of hope tinged with suspicion, they gathered around the rock. As veins were congesting, and foreheads flushing red, the Master reiterated his call:" Remove the rock." The more the Master called, the firmer their feet became planted to the ground.
All the while the rock remained profanely steadfast. How would the sun scourge them if it shone from the right? Does its light penetrate through rocks? Would it cast them into darkness if it went down, right or left, while the rock stood with outstretched arms, at the cave's entrance .