I am touching the stone. The solid earth element of the stone seems to touch the solid earth element of me, my skin, pressed onto the stone with the deeper, more solid bone. And yet I touch the stone as much because it is different from water, and in a specific place in the air, and of a certain temperature. So it is because of the other elements that I feel it. Also, perhaps I feel my hand because of it's fluidity, I can press because it is not entirely solid; blood and other fluids are all part of the equation.
I have contact with things and I feel them. My feelings of them are relational; I feel them this way because they are not another way. They are like this because they are part of something else. And yet I discriminate, as if the stone is permanent, separate, and inherently satisfactory.
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