We Who Ask

I had a dream the other night about a stone talking to me. I was at a beach with a lot of stones.
I picked up one, and it asked me “what species are you?”. (not with words, but anyways, like talking)
I was surprised, but the stone explained that it was the first time it had an encounter with something like me. It had encountered many species and spirits on its journey from inside the earth, to the bottom of the ocean, in the ocean and all the way to the beach. And now, I was its first encounter with a human being. I woke up, and was thinking about how often we pick up a stone, that has never been touched by a human hand before. Probably most of the times we pick up a stone.

Think about a stone you have met in your life.
It can be any stone.
One that you threw in the water /or/ one you kept in your pocket for a while.
One you bought in a shop /or/ one you had in your shoe.
One you had in your hand /or/ one that exists in your mind.

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