I am driven to seek Enlightenment by becoming One With The Rock. The rock is always sandstone, especially Moabian sandstone, which is the richest kind---and it's not even mountain-grown!
Enlightenment is easily achieved on vast expanses of the rock such as fins, blobs, and slabs. Occasionally, when I'm far from such features and feel in need of Psychic Mineral Union, I "take what I can get" as it were. On a hike around Monitor and Merrimac buttes I was overcome by a need to understand the universe, and the only medium available was this boulder.
After a prolonged session of meditation in this position I was jolted out of my expanded reverie by the annoying tingling produced by a family of vampire scorpions crawling up my leg---inside my pants. It's a real psychic bummer when Mother Nature's critters ruin an attempt to fly through a galactic vortex. The remainder of the hike was of little interest after this disappointment.
As always, my photographic assistant (Joe Tripod) just stood around while all this meditation took place. That's his forte. He completely understands his universe and does not need to meditate.