« I am talking about the stones that had always slept outside or that sleep in their lodges at night.

(…) They are from the beginning of the planet, sometimes coming from another star. They are visibly stigmatized by the torsion of their fall from space. They are from before the time of man; (…) They perpetuate only their own memory. (…) I speak of the stones older than life and which remain after it on the cooled planets when it had the fortune to hatch there. I am talking about the stones that do not even have to wait for death and that have nothing to do but let the sand, the rain or the surf, the storm, the time slide over their surface. Man envies their hardness, their intransigence and their brightness, to be smooth and impenetrable, and whole even when broken. (…) I speak about the naked stones, fascination and glory, where a slower, more vast and more serious mystery is hidden and at the same time delivered, than the destiny of a passing species.

Rogier Caillois – Pierre

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