I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that there's is very little, on this earth, that's more mind-numbingly-beautiful than stone. It's indisputable friends. It's just lovely beyond compare, unfairly lovely even.

I want marble chairs, travertine tables, quartz walls, a lapis bed (just kidding on that last one...maybe). I want to rip out every surface of my house and sheath it the stuff, taste, restraint, and logic be damned. I want to move into the stone yard.

I might need an intervention. Just sayin'.