Here we are, as we come to the earth--unpolished stones. Our parents and our teachers work to polish off the rough spots. Their intention is to make us socialized, educated, and more like the other stones. For every rough edge they smooth, every bit of protrusion they wear down, they take away some of the character of that stone. Those who wish to become "perfect" believe that they cannot polish their stone enough or make it more uniform and ideal. Then, dropped into a crowd of other stones--they are lost. Let's put it this way: Could you find yourself in the pile of unpolished stones? Could you find yourself in the pile of polished stones? Every year, I like to go to Sedona on a spiritual trek to renew myself. I go into the new age shops that have huge bins filled with stones. I pass by the stones that are polished and smooth. They hold no interest to me at all. I go right to the raw rocks with their jagged edges, exposure of a bit of beauty here and there, organic a...