Look, I found a stone on the beach. It’s warm and supportively solid. I hold it in my hand, consoled by its density; by the imperceptible time when the forms of this stone took shape, and the flow of time froze. There is support in this frozen time and the way it speaks to me from beyond time. It is there – in that formation, in the flow of masses and processes of creating the universe … and it is right here, too.