"A philosopher stepped forward:
Master, is not a stone like a macrocosm, like an olive pit?
Recondite, willing to give but little of itself?
Master, a stone may lie in a riverbed for an eon, giving nothing, observing all, wearing smooth, dwindling, slowly diminishing, until at last - nothing.
   But where is the stone of eons past?
   In what context does it still exist?
   Its atoms have spread across the seas.
   Is it a stone still, Master, or is it a part of us all?

The Master replied:
Do you have a question to ask, or do you want to make a speech?"

       "The Profit"
            Kehlog Albran