What does this stone possess that I don't?
It lives on; through life, through death, through war, through crisis.
Humanity is just an essence, a thing, an ephemeral part of this stone's being. I will die, while it survives, it carries on. It will burn, drown, be broken, but it will be strong, it will live on. It will be here long after I am gone.
How do I compare to this stone?
A soft, malleable creature, being, thing, in the eyes of the stone.
Stone has more life than I. More presence. My life is just a fleeting moment in this stone's existence.
Yet eventually this stone will be all that is left to prove I ever was.
Thank you stone. We are one.
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