The bird and the rock of Svithjod
The book opens with a parable. In the far north, in a land called Svithjod, stands a rock a hundred miles high and a hundred miles wide, and once every thousand years a little bird comes to sharpen its beak on it. When the rock has been worn away completely, a single day of eternity will have gone by. The image shrinks all of recorded human history to a sliver of time, so that the reader starts from humility about how short and recent civilization is.
