This stone is sacred. It used to be just a plain old rock, hiding on the Earth somewhere. Then one day, a long-haired bohemian traveler, named Cameron, plucked it from the ground and carried it with him to Philadelphia. Cameron and I crossed paths after a truly powerful performance by Nahko Bear in Vernon Park. People were hugging each other and singing together. It was beautiful. Cameron and I locked eyes and we came together in a sweaty embrace. After what felt like eight minutes, we stepped back from each other, and he placed this stone in my hand. Funny how something can be meaningless until a special person gifts it to you.