Lithification Logic

Earth's stones were scattered across this world us before us.

Throughout the landscape and over time. 

We make monuments of them. 

Civilizations have used them to cast one another down.

Great rocks erode with time. 

Elements deconstruct them. We make use of their pieces. 

Often, we have found ways to break them down manually. 

Most are just too large in their original form to be carried. 

They are overwhelming. 

They are breathtaking. 

Gravity may crush us with the weight;

in and of these great rocks.

Using heavy markers, the namesake, tombstones, to summarize demise.

These features of nature, 

prominent foundation of our commandments with God. 

Time wears down these wonderful formations. Much as ideas… 

We cannot fathom the scope of many a great thought.

Principals which time and the elements will test. 

Man, himself, will attempt to break them, as they've the stones of the world. 

Damage to erect something more to his needs, in his image. 

Earth aged so gracefully before we collected rocks.

For aesthetics, construction, for punishment, in honor… 

Often, we pave with them; stones refined and mixed over again. 

They are deceptively lost in the grey. 

All around her are monuments; 

We make our way to them on walks made of steppingstones.

The footpaths of a sporting youth.

Cement gives us foundation. It is the basement where we hold keepsakes. 

It forms the vault we lower caskets through. 

We dig deep to bring our nourishment from the water table.

Sometimes wishing wells are constructed. 

Barriers; sediment keeping us in; sometimes out.

A process nearly irreversible. 

Broken only with time; or demolition. 

We rush to see great coliseums. 

Holding up so many great spirits.

Like rocks and stones our ideas include and exclude us. 

These principals which will rally us.

Sometimes toward mortality.

We must be careful to co-exist.

Stones leveraged against one another through change.

Each edging and grinding away. 

With enough time they will both have lost their weight. 

Becoming meaningless; deteriorating their once great force.

We take these like concrete mix and churn them.

Like people forming their belief systems, time is important. 

As things set up, precious moments tick away. 

Crafting is a final touch.

Before a foundation settles or cracks, there’s soft time. 

Rushing to draw a design; to sign our initials; to inscribe a date. 

Later we may break up sections and replace them.

They will look different as scar tissue does.

Like the cycle of changing ideas, people have personalities.

We form these rough edges around who we are.

We are moral and solid as a rock.

We are aged, uncompromising, and sometimes cold like a slab.

As time wears on us, pieces break from our exterior. 

It has been described as one becoming soft. 

Through the hardest of times we will clash and lose the most.

With luck and ingenuity, our ideas will shape the future.

Inspiring new projects that shall not to perish in the lifetime of the creators.

These ways we set our lives; the places we pitch a wish into a fountain; 

the gravesite which is constructed; unforeseen longevity. 

A history reshaped by man from the generous Earth.

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Wayfaring Stranger - Simon Khorolskiy
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