When I pick up a rock I think about the antiquity of the Earth. I feel wonderment and awe at how many objects the atoms have been a part of since the dawn of time. How they have been cycled into sand, plants, animals, back into soil and reformed into rocks. That little plant rising reminds me of the continuity of time and I feel a deep connection to all of that history before me and all that will come after me. I feel a deep sense of peace in it all.