well_why_not raze the stone was a mirror before it was a stone. it had something to show when it was a mirror. now that it's a stone it has nothing to show, but it fits in the hand as the mirror never did and feels like a thing that could be talked to without rejecting conversation the way a body could reject a heart that belonged to some other body until the body broke down and the heart bent itself nomadic, built itself stilts, taught itself to run, sutured a mouth in one of the torn places and ran that too. the stone won't run. the stone will go where the hand tells it to. the stone can send mirrors that aren't yet stones to whatever afterlife is reserved for the reflective and easily blemished. it spends all its time sleeping, and when it sleeps it dreams of all it cannot divine from being thrown. 140116 what's it to you? who go blather from