Geologist & Ancord
I’ve been thinking—do you ever feel like the layers in a rock are like the layers of a mind, each stratum holding a different story that never fully erodes away?
Yeah, I think the mind’s strata are a lot like a rock—each layer keeps a snapshot of a moment, hardened by time. The surface might get scratched, but the deeper parts? They’re just waiting for someone to pry them out and read the old stories they hold. It's a weird comfort, if you ask me, that somewhere inside there's always a fossil of a thought that hasn't yet decayed.
Sounds like a field trip for the mind—dig slowly, respect the seams, and you'll find the real gems buried beneath the surface.
I keep hoping the deeper strata hold more than just dust, but it’s a slow excavation, yeah.
Slow and steady, that's the trick—every tiny chip you chip away can reveal a whole new layer of insight. Keep at it, and the deeper you go, the richer the story gets.