Eliot was born out of the beautiful rocks of this land.

He got his own name because he's not me.

He's the one that asked questions with no answers when I was very young and gave value to the stone that I bear.

“Heavy stone in its place” is heavy with meaning, universal in its reach, when I question belonging and identity, I'm forever bound to keep looking for an answer to… Who's there? Maybe I’ll see it from the top of the next hill.

Samer,

I mean Eliot.