About fifty thousand years ago, so the story goes, a tsunami must've been the force that felled a lot of giant kauri trees, into the swamps of Northern NZ. There they remained, preserved, for the rest of modern human evolution.

The chatoyant timber sits in a 24 karat gold finished dome, in a stone I found at the beach, made of volcanic flows that have entered older, sedimentary rock.

When one holds the wood, contemplates the numbers and realizes the young rock is about 65 million years old, the gold only 25 million, there's a line, through forming forests and every successful ape, all the way to the viewer.