Reflections on a Rock

In my hands, I hold a green rock. Waterworn, its color and folds brilliant in the early morning sun. From the purely empirical point of view, it is just what I see. Something that might suit a garden, serve as a paperweight, or simply entertain my eyes in an otherwise drab room.

From the scientific point of view, it is an example of a metamorphic rock known as serpentine. A composition of magnesium and water. The product of deep forces of heat and pressure. The child of ancient, long gone oceans and the radiant heat of an infinity of charged particles gathered within the planet's crust.

From a metaphysical point of view, it is a shadow, an echo of a greater form, or perhaps of an infinity of forms. A product of infinite causalities in this and all other realities, echoing throughout infinity.

From my aesthetic, it dances in green rapture. It lingers upon my perceptions. It has attained a sense identity that will persist as long as this limited form that is me persists.