“A prospector almost never stumbles directly onto an outcrop of ore. Ore bodies at the surface disintegrate physically and chemically under the action of weather, and ore materials are then dispersed in a much larger area by gravity, glaciers, streams, groundwater flow and sometimes gaseous diffusion.” (From the personal library of Patrick J. Burns, Geologist)
“…This is an exact counterpart of what takes place in nature. Mountains suffer degradation and wear away, and with them the metallic veins which they contains. The hardest rock is worn into impalpable mud, the ordinary metals oxidate, and both are removed; but gold, platina, and a few others are nearly indestructible, and from their weight, sinking to the bottom, are left behind. After whole mountains have passed through this grinding mill, and have been washed by the hand of nature, the residue becomes metalliferous, and man finds it worth his while to complete the task of separation.” (From The Voyage of the Beagle by Charles Darwin)
Erosion is movement.
Meltdown and reconstruct…the volcano blows its top, and then the lava flows. Molten materials pour out, freezing into layers, covering old depths, cooling quickly. No time for crystals to form, just the glass of obsidian and the basic building block of basalt: plain and homely, vesicular and iron-rich, a dark hard uncontrolled form. Under the weight of layers, from the interior out, columns and blocks fracture into hexagonal columns. Magma holds the heat under the surface where crystals have time to form. Where gas bubbles hold space open, crystals may cool into precise beautiful forms.
What of her…the human trying to contain the eruptive emotions in the presence of the limitations of a companion, agonies and errors of the past, failing to satisfy institution’s designs. An expulsion, leaving of the center, the chamber of the womb occurs. The slow process of cooling, solidifying, crystalizing, of creating the final form, molding the materials of which she’s made, begins. She forgets the explosion, accepts the expulsion, moves on to let the erosive forces of life shape and form her. In a void, the crystal grows; within gas cavities, a geode forms lined with amethyst crystals, but outside chaos exists. Pressure affects the outcome. Can response to this pressure be guided?
First, maiden material is made molten. Separation from past life experience must occur. That is the explosion, the expulsion, the shock. The shock of discovering that there are ways one can be, that trying too hard to be good, to be perfect, to be correct inhibits growth. The shock of discovering that what she says, when she says it, can be completely wrong. The shock of having no control. The shock of getting angry. The shock of confusion. The chaos of keeping it all together.
Maybe it’s wiser to fall apart. Maybe that’s the essence of meltdown…the shock of discovering that there’s nothing worth saving. The shock of discovering that what she’s been told, led to believe, isn’t true, never is, and never was. The shock of learning that it’s all meaningless…that searching for ‘meaning’ simply reveals that there is no ‘meaning’ to life, only the joy of living….
NEXT WEEK: The Art of Prospecting: Erosion - Part II