Stream of Conciousness- Rock

Rock, a simple object that just lies in the way. Whether it be the ant trying to get back to the colony, or a person trying not to trip. Staring at the rock I think and think some more. Here it lies, how boring would that be, not being able to see, just sitting a feeling no warmth. Once or twice in a year being kicked, so it can feel a new environment. In a forest, water, or street, rocks are everywhere. Rocks don't have much of a purpose or functionality. Some people decide to climb giant ones but that is few in a pack. Some make a collection but eventually the enthusiasm of a new rock is no more. This specific object I realize has no purpose. Or does it, because if it didn't have a purpose, why would I waste so much energy trying to figure out. That's it the purpose for a rock is to think about life, slow down and ponder, and continue to wonder why is this rock here.