{"id":678,"date":"2019-11-22T11:22:52","date_gmt":"2019-11-22T16:22:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/?page_id=678"},"modified":"2019-11-25T15:27:02","modified_gmt":"2019-11-25T20:27:02","slug":"tool-or-art","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/tool-or-art\/","title":{"rendered":"Tool or Art"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Seemingly irreducible,<br> stones wait<br> perched on ledges,<br> submerged in pools, cupped in other stones.<br> <br> It falls to us, since we cannot ever wait,<br> since we are fragile and momentary,<br> to consider time.<br> <br> We believe we are alone in this.<br> <br> Yet wind and ice and water,<br> seasons and storm \u2013<br> all these force open time\u2019s hands,<br> revealing change <br> to these ground and grinding stones.<br> How can we, fleeting, bent on living,<br> distinguish tool from art?<br> <br> We turn and bend our fragile souls<br> to this indifferent land.<br> We suffer hearts of stone,<br> weep rivers, longing <br> to be either tool or art.<br> <br> Roots and ice and time &#8211;<br> Freeze and thaw and freeze again &#8211;<br> Even stones dissolve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"450\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/Geo-Bay-3-450x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-720\" srcset=\"https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/Geo-Bay-3-450x1024.jpg 450w, https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/Geo-Bay-3-132x300.jpg 132w, https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/Geo-Bay-3-768x1747.jpg 768w, https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/Geo-Bay-3-675x1536.jpg 675w, https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/Geo-Bay-3.jpg 800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 450px) 100vw, 450px\" \/><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Seemingly irreducible, stones wait perched on ledges, submerged in pools, cupped in other stones. It falls to us, since we cannot ever wait, since we are fragile and momentary, to consider time. We believe we are alone in this. Yet wind and ice and water, seasons and storm \u2013 all these force open time\u2019s hands, &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/tool-or-art\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Tool or Art&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-678","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/678","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=678"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/678\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":721,"href":"https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/678\/revisions\/721"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pixsilver.com\/wpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=678"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}