It is good to state the obvious. Stones are hard. They are solid. This give them force.
When enough of them get together, it gives them gravity, and a tension between points of gravity: a whole web of energy, in fact, that directs other powers, and which can spring to life, because it is life, or, if you will (should you wish to concentrate on struggle, and that’s your call) harbour life.
Stones are also breakable. This gives them the boundaries and a relationship to where-they-are-not you see above, and out of which life springs. Call that projection. Call that an energy-balance. It’s what you would expect from stone orbiting in solar space, drenched in water and moving it around in concert with the sun. The results, however, are nothing short of amazing. Here is some ancient bedrock, exposed by blasting, with its seams opened by the force, directing the flow of water, then releasing it. With nowhere to go, the water pools, then evaporates in the air and sun, leaving a snow of salt.
The reverse is also true. Out in the grass and sagebrush…
…where the first snow does not collect because the sage is warm (relatively, eh) in the sun, here’s a stone (below), a stone that has found a different equilibrium with the sun and the cold of space because of its separation from the body of the earth and its differing mass and dimension from the thin, hairy leaves of the sagebrush. Look at it holding the snow that has precipitated out of the air, just like the salt above, and just as it holds the salt above, but in reverse. That’s some powerful stuff!
And, to expand these effects a little further, here is lichen living on such a stone, or, rather, living in the water that lies at this air-stone-sun boundary, and expressing it.
And some moss (below). Note how it lies like precipitated salt along a fault in the rock, expressing the concentrated energy at that space and pooling in a boundary of forces, including gravity.
And, to go just a bit further, below is an image of some mullein springing from bare, packed soil that someone ran a bulldozer over a decade ago because they liked that and they could. The mullein expresses the same relationship as the moss, lichen, snow and salt above, except that the precipitate here is life. It inhabits the boundaries mentioned above, and expands them. It is, in fact, all boundary, all force, precipitating in the sun instead of on rock, but with one limitation.
The limitation? It needs the other forces to push against. You just can’t push against empty space. You need rock, and the gravity it radiates and binds. And you need water, to provide a channel for that energy, right at the boundary of moving and holding still.
And then there are kids on drugs, with paint cans, stolen camping chairs and burnt up gas cans, desperately trying to claim a place in machine-dominated space by writing their names on rock.
Look how the rock has precipitated them into place, just like salt!