A crystal has clarity, transparency, multi-faceted beauty. It sparkles and glitters with the light that it contains. Its irregular outer belies the sacred regularity of its inner world. It has great strength and endurance. It flowers its petals beneath the ground. It needs no audience. It just is. Radiating purity and light into the world, for the sake of nothing but creation. Its life is undiluted by projection; it is a paradox of self-containment and universal radiance.
But even the crystal, one day, will turn back to dust. And I too come from dust and will return to dust. So I like to think that in the deepest nook of my heart there lies a pure crystal that needs no audience, that just is.