Recently, I was lucky enough to visit Ringing Rocks Park, in Bucks County, PA. The park is a field of massive rocks — boulders really — many of which that make a sound like a bell when struck with a hammer. As I read on the internet, the rocks occurred naturally and ring as a result of some metallic substance within the rocks.
As I hopped from rock to rock, pounding musically on the boulders in an effort to create music as beautiful as the scenery around me, I was awestruck. Musical rocks: so simple, so static and in a sense so lifeless, and yet these wonderful rock formations are a percussion instrument the size of many football fields. Mother Nature throws another beautiful curve ball.
The natural world never ceases to amaze me.
They are not static. You are just moving really, really fast.
I’m often amazed at how much of the universe seems to be standing still only because our awareness of time is microscopic by comparison. Galaxies are colliding with each other. Meanwhile our entire existence is an anomalous blip in the background radiation.