ah, you can't show a rock, you have to hold it this way and that and if you love it you see it. love this little green apatite. inside it has many facets that reflect out as rainbows. but this gets some of it. 

it's like dreams. mostly we can't tell them because we forget them first, and for good reason, because one can't tell them and if one tries then something happens—the brain of the listener glazes over like a crystal elusive of capture or the eyes of a sleepwalker. some say they are lucid dreamers, but they may not be lucid on waking.