Rocks are just that, rocks. Something saved in time. The earth library of pressure, heat, compression, and elements of life all caught in layers upon layers of time, as if time was real to rocks. Regardless their form rocks are rocks. They do not know what is done to them, made of them, or the good they do for those that navigate the earth.
Rocks are the layered embodiment of ourselves, layer by layer. Hidden within the rock are the elements of power, precious elements like gold and diamonds. Civilizations have fought and died over these. The alchemist of the past believed they were sacred, their story was worth hearing. They believed that gold was God. Gold was the purity of everything, and so to be pure like the gold, was the only pursuit worthy of man.
In early times, mankind used rocks to survive, to communicate, to create weapons, to be smelted. Set one on top of another, rocks are power. They are the symbols, the first signs of knowing for people without a language. They are part of the never-ending quest to survive, day by day. The rocks could tell a story, point the way, or signal some private message to the earth's wanderers. They lived with life and death.
Some say the earth has lay lines, electromagnetic lines of power that Tesla tapped into. As perhaps ancient rocks might be the purveyors of such a thing, they may be the machine, as well, generating yet unimagined sources of life.
Big stories for little rocks. Perhaps they are just rocks, perhaps more.
They are only rocks. They do things. They have different shapes and are layered upon layered with earthly time capsules. At times it almost like they have been intentionally shaped to convey meaning, or call from you some connection to some past event, person, or place in your time. You can see what you want to see in the rocks. They look back at you and perhaps hope to exchange something of remembrance.
Perhaps the Stone represents or looks like a heart. Perhaps that is a special way to know you as you remember something far distant and special. Maybe. Maybe, it is all nothing. Maybe it is just a rock. Maybe you are just wasting your time enjoying it and relating to what once was or who might be signaling you. Its just a rock.
