Hello, dear rock. Do you care that I visited you this weekend and gazed on you with as much love as a geologist can have for a boulder? You may consider yourself an agglomeration of chemicals that operates on a time scale within which I am but a wink of one of your mineral eyes. To me and my, perchance, 80 years on this planet that we both call home, you are a god among rocks, a peerless petrus, simply magnificent beyond any fleeting names we can conjure up for you. Stay there for me. Make me – this momentary earthly occurrence – happy for what is less than 30 seconds in your whole day.
Lovely.
That much admiration for a rock. If humans can only feel half as much for each other …