The story I most want to tell right now is about rocks. I've been a paleontologist for all of my life. I went to Harvard after WWII, and I got my PhD after that, and I've been travelling and researching since the 1950's. It's taken me to Antarctica and Russia and China, and in the end, it's all about rocks. Everything I do is about rocks. It's admittedly weird, because rocks are the clichŽ we use when we want to describe something as boring. Rocks are the metaphor we use when something is stagnant, but to me, rocks are always changing. Minerals and organic matter are always being compounded, they're always changing and morphing and developing. In my bedroom I have a case line of rocks. In fact, my whole house is filled with rocks, but the ones in my bedroom are the most special. They're the ones that I fall asleep looking at, and they're the ones that I first see when I wake up. This may be a stretch, but working with rocks has taught me that things always change- things are changing right now, and they're always going to continue changing forever, you just have to give them enough time.