Tiredness and being busy conflict again. I take time out to touch the stone. They separate again, and I can see them more clearly. I don't mind being a little tired. The stone is warm to the touch from my finger and from the air in the room. Without them it would be much colder in this winter weather.
It does not need life, but I notice mine because when I touch the stone, I feel the warmth and softness of myself and of the habitat we as human beings have helped to build. I have gratitude for that. For a moment, I have existential angst from the perspective of the stone; feeling my life and warmth and having none inherently. But that is a misperception born of a deeper fear of my own. Nothing has a base, nothing has inherent warmth. Likewise, there is no inherent coldness, no inherent lack of a base. Everything exists relative to its opposite, or its position on some filing system.
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