He was a giant-slayer. A king in waiting. And in his most desperate hour, David of Israel scratched at doors and let his saliva run down his beard — performing madness to survive the court of King Achish of Gath. (1 Samuel 21)
This raw conglomerate is his stone. Chaotic on the surface — quartz pushing through from one direction, red jasper from another, dark basalt locked in from somewhere deeper. Many things forced together by pressure, time, and water. Wild. Unruly. Impossible to ignore.
But look closer. There's a king in there.
A raw New England conglomerate, approximately 0.12 lbs. One of a kind — no two are alike.
