The Eternal Smile

In my hand I have a round stone. Red, with blue veins. And if you look closely, you can make out other colors too—green, purple, and some glitter that looks like gold. If you slowly turn it, it shimmers with all colors and shades. I never get tired of looking at it, letting my gaze glide over its smooth, beautiful surface—seemingly even soft, like any perfectly smooth surface. It’s amazing that a stone the size of a bird’s egg can contain such inexhaustible wealth. It’s a whole world: infinity you touch—an infinity that fits entirely in your palm…