Impossibilities

Entry into whatever was at the end of Rock's long, arduous pursuit required he do something he suspected and indeed determined was impossible. Though he was alone, it was almost as if there was a gatekeeper in place to give Rock the rules.
Rock clearly understood that to enter he would have to press the palm of his right hand flat on his right shoulder blade. His attempt was, of course, futile, and it was hard for him to fathom why anyone or anything would have established a mandate that was nothing less than an anatomical impossibility.
Within seconds, he wondered if this was set up to eliminate the need for any sort of heaven. In fact, Rock knew a conversation was already underway among theological scholars. He could literally hear it coming from the hallway outside of his front bedroom.