Casting Pebbles

Here's a very short poem about battle or riding the waves... that doesn't actually mention waves or chaos for once:

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Casting Pebbles

Each pebble,

Under your foot,

Is meant to be there,

Holding together

The path of your life.

Kick a single pebble,

And find the path

Has changed its course.

(such inevitable change)

Yet with a careful eye,

You may spot jewels,

Along the path of life.

Find rubies and emeralds,

Unique, enduring gems,

Tossed and captured

In your invariable wake.

KLF (11/13/2006)

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I may have just used the old 2+2=5 analogy, but I also like this example from the Primate Diaries:
Hotel Scienceblogs, that is. Do you remember David Dobbs and the blog Smooth Pebbles here on Sb?
One of the things that has puzzled me about natural history/science museums are the mineralogy exhibits. They really don't seem to be about anything other than "OOH! SHINY PEBBLE!" Mind you, they often have some very cool and shiny pebbles, but contrast them to paleontology exhibits.