The Weight of Distance

We measure our lives in currency, in paper, in things we can hold. We trade our hours for these tokens, believing they anchor us to the earth. But there are places where the land does not recognize our coins. In the deep dark, when the wind stops and the sea holds its breath, the stone remains. It does not care for the value we assign to it. It has stood through the turning of stars that we will never name. We look at the horizon and see a boundary, a limit to our reach. The stone sees only the sky, indifferent to the passage of time or the weight of our pockets. We are small, passing shadows, trying to map a world that was never ours to own. What remains when the currency is spent and the stars have moved on?

Cameron Cope has taken this quiet image titled Billet 500. It reminds us that some things are worth more than what we can carry in our hands. Do you see the stillness in the stone?