A Journey

2 Billion years ago in a volcanic furnace of creation a towering mountain of igneous rock was erected soaring over the landscape. It slowly cooled making a mixture in the rock, flecks of silver and veins of quartz shooting thru the black stone.

Time passed. The elements; water, wind, heat, and cold began working their incremental dance, an unending wearing down of the ponderous mountain born of fire. A small hairline crack forms in the surface of the cliff face letting water seep in. The cold freezes the water expanding the crack. The heat expands the rock creating room for the wind to tug at the crack. After 300,000 years the crack has epanded and gravity tears a huge slab of the cliff face away from the mountain. As it falls it tumbles breaking into more pieces, smaller peices that come to rest in the raging river that cuts it's way thru the valley in between the many goliaths of hard rock.

The water bucks and splashes around the intruders because it's force cannot be denied. Over millenia the relentless water inexorably wears away the jagged edges. Smooting the boulders, breaking them down into smaller pieces. The boulders become smoother, smaller; from one rock became many thousands.

Then a year ago a company collects the small smooth river rocks. They are packaged and sold to a woman.

The journey ends with these small beautiful rocks; greys and blacks shot thru with veins of quartz at the bottom of a urinal at the Luxe Hotel with me pissing on them.