to me, and it still remains inside of me. it told me that everything in nature is alive. if a small stone can sing, then a big rock can rumble and a mountain can transmit an icy melody. i still have a special love for stones, both precious ones and those naturally polished by time, creating remarkable shapes and colors. to most people, stones are just stones. not to me. every grain of sand, every stone, every cliff, every rock, and every mountain has life. life takes care of life: nature’s living (and to us) invisible people take care of mother earth’s physical creations. you doubt this? well, that’s why 