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This Rock
If you are hoping to be enlightened with love and crystals through some profound words, or a proposal of some lost ancient theory, read no further. I am just an armchair enthusiast who has collected a few pieces of extraordinary beauty. They hold my attention. I can actually name a couple of them, but usually my ability to verbalize nomenclature is limited to ‘oh, that’s pretty.’ I actually worry about them. My rocks. What should I do with all these rocks should I have to move? Yes, this is about love, rocks, and questions. Like did you ever have a crystal radio? Is this where my love for crystals started?
Yes, I had this toy once upon a childhood. How can you have this toy and not believe in magic? No batteries necessary. You connect it to an antennae, any metal fence will do, and tadaa! Music. It probably didn’t work as well as my memory holds it. It didn’t stand up to the test of time. It’s gone. I have moved a few times since. And, I was a kid. What did I know about taking care of things. Apparently, a good one is worth about a 100 dollars on Ebay… If I or my parents had been smart, we would have invested more in toys, especially Legos. Are Legos crystals?
Is the brain a crystal? I mean, brain structures aren’t random. Brains look like brains. For that matter, arteries and veins, and even bones, are not random structures, unlike…
