I had a dream last night. I was living in a time where it was necessary to sew my family jewels into the fabric of my cloak while crossing into a foreign land. When I arrived at my destination, alone and weary, I took comfort in the fact that I had my jewels to help me start again. When I ripped the seams, I found only stones. River stones.
I had carried those jewels so far and they had felt so heavy, but worth their weight. You can imagine my deception.
So here's my question: Which river stone have you been carrying around convinced it was a diamond?