One day, not too long ago, I was struck within a moment. When digging a pit out of a blanket of rocks, one stone pierced through my consciousness. I saw the rock alive like me as I contemplated its evolutionary history- journey, if you will. The rock had been changing shape, shedding material that can never be given value merely by the dying of the rock…in truth, it was becoming new- time and time again, sometimes beyond perception, I imagined. This rock must be traveling and changing thru time in small, incremental spaces. Just like me.