Philosophy’s foundation: Is the rock in the garden, or in the mind, where natural law is natural no more? In his Giverny studios Monet painted a bridge, a garden, a pond with lillies, scrumbling lines across the seasons. On Cold Mountain Hanshan brushed poems onto stones amongst "peach trees and plums," a rock for a pillow. Rocks on a mountain of the moon, in the universe, on the pond lillies close at sunset.