i sit, a stone in the hand inside is outside, outside becomes inside. the stone loses its hardness, passes it to me. my hand, my arm turn to stone, then everything the other way around. a change. what is body, what is external? i perceive the stone to be a part of me. it’s part of my world because i’m holding it. my world is in motion. it’s pulsing. to become and fade away. the stone also lives. through me. then i die and begin anew.