Today I begin polishing in earnest.. How many hours? I haven't counted for this one. Easily in the hundreds. Some people work faster.
As I define these forms, clearing a space through the cities of molecules in the ecstatic Brownian dance party that is this tumbled gneiss, the infinite substance of the rock makes itself known. And makes very evident our human habit of reducing most everything to a series of profiles. This must be useful. Yet false summits appear repeatedly, and it feels good when the mind lets go and experiences the full mass of the mountain we are walking on.
The hollow I've cleared in this rock to hold water is like a chapel. Forms and patterns around it are also fluid. I'm feeling how this makes scale flex, enough to hold any thought.
