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It's a stone you may see on the side of a road.  You won't notice it.  There are plenty of others of it's kind.  The plenty of others with a hint of quartz or those with a smoothness which rests nicely in your hand will take your eye.   

What good can be sought from this stone, or what ill?  It could break in a press, or wash in a storm.  Dirt rests in the pores.  It passes no emotion.  

It will not aid you.  It's brothers better fit your need.  It could certainly hurt you.

So it rests in buried quiet.  With little thought, and no witness.