The touch is delicate, like a petal brushing against the wrist, but not accidental. There was no light in the rock womb of their growing. My substance is that of earth and air and water, all interchangeable forms of the same elements.
Fire is the constant, transforming reality.
In molten lava that churned and boiled from earth's fiery core, this geode began as a bubble of air. Water explored the rock's substance, made alliance with atoms of silicon, led them to the small round cave where they arranged themselves slowly, according to a pattern they know, the way our bodies know to make hands and eyes. This is not random stuff. Nor is the arrangement of a violet's five petals more random than the five sides of these amethyst crystals. And no more fixed.