When Nietzsche mused that thought can be found in growing crystal, indeed that thought can be found everywhere there is movement, however slight, he was not glorifying thought and turning it into a tyrant of a presence, but humbling thought, bringing thought–because we must think, yes, perhaps crystal-like, to read the passage–to learn of itself, to think of itself in its slight creeping movements. The stone, what seems rigid, cold, and thoughtless compared to the glorious fire of thought, still has, in its manner of movement, its slow shifting, thoughts, character and life. There are beginnings, as there are ends, to thought that are in these slight, and for us imperceptible movements. It is to our own detriment when we forget or neglect these movements–our thought becomes more impoverished, more thoughtless thereby.
Love the Dust 