Some days diamonds..Some days rocks.

I don't think I've ever once written about my little side hobby of seeking out indigenous rocks and fossils,wherever I happen to find myself living at the time.

From the mountains,to the desert,to the shore,..there's always something you can retrieve from the earth that has been sitting there since before humans crawled out of the caves,and learned to divine the seasons from the length of the solar day, harvest wheat,..and build freeways.

Scraping around in the dirt,and coming up with an egg-shaped geode filled with tiny crystals of Amethyst is like a journey to creation,on a manageable scale.

Scouring the rocky hillsides of Western Colorado after a rainstorm can yield Ammonites,and Trilobites,and fossilized leaves that ran the entire course of their existence,while our ancestors were still sequestered in their damp burrows, against the predatory primeval night.

Digging around a broken sprinkler valve in O-Town,might even turn up a curiously patterned stone such as this!..


Continents may drift,ecosystems will flourish and fall.
Often,I wonder if time would pass at all if it weren't for the stubborness of humans,determined to syncronize and categorize the whole of existence around those things we can only touch,and feel,and see right in front of our noses.

I turned the stone over,and confirmed my suspicion that the very spot upon which I stood was once the bottom of a great sea.

'Where things that crawl or swim or fly,
..eat and breed,..and live,..and die'..

And in their time,..their place in the scheme of things,..everything revolved around them.