When a map becomes clear, there’s a path that could be drawn. It might not be for all to see. Others might — and some: never again.


There is one sphere, made from crystals and ice and sand from millions of years back. I’d found it, out on a washed beach, with a collection of other stones that — each and every one — told a story about their millions of years, that they’ve been round. All glisten brilliantly, as they look up, out of the water, inviting you to see them. Many shaped, many colored, their mineral genetics tell all. Flat, or fat. Or square, or smoothed rectangle, or ovoid oblong. Or whatever they might be.

White granite, it’s such a simple stone, yet, according to some — the stone finders and geologists, they tell a more complicated and coded storytelling; their own words, it goes something like this:

Granite (pronounced /??ræn?t/) is a common and widely occurring type of intrusive, felsic, igneous rock.

Granites usually have a medium- to coarse-grained texture. Occasionally some individual crystals (phenocrysts) are larger than the groundmass, in which case the texture is known as porphyritic.

A granitic rock with a porphyritic texture is sometimes known as a porphyry.

Granites can be pink to gray in color, depending on their chemistry and mineralogy. By definition, granite has a color index (the percentage of the rock made up of dark minerals) of less than 25%.

Outcrops of granite tend to form tors and rounded massifs. Granites sometimes occur in circular depressions surrounded by a range of hills, formed by the metamorphic aureole or hornfels.

Granite is usually found in the continental plates of the Earth’s crust.

Granite is nearly always massive (lacking internal structures), hard and tough, and therefore it has gained widespread use as a construction stone.

The word granite comes from the Latin granum, a grain, in reference to the coarse-grained structure of such a crystalline rock.

Granitoid is a general, descriptive field term for light-colored, coarse-grained igneous rocks.

I’m always surprised when people introduce me to the language of their world. Talking to a geologist, he was telling me things — using words that I’d not heard — especially about the granite. Hearing them, I was taken to two places — the center of the earth. And the stoned age of the primaeval human.

In a way — one, the center: it’s layers of compressed and hardened stories, compacted in billions of years. The language is old. Diamonds come from this world.

And in the other way — it’s two, the world where the whorled are present. Stones, rightly arranged, mean something. A pile of stones leads the way. And the bloom of mystery finds color on everything — since, it all is just that.

Finding this stone, I drew that map, that takes me back to that other time — when a mark meant something more than merely a marking; and the turning of that spiral might take you to the center of the earth, the dream tide, now just turning.

Tim | The south shore, The north island


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