Philosophy’s foundation: Is the rock in the garden or in my mind? Natural Law natural no more. In his Amsterdam studio, Rembrandt painted himself as a scraggy buddha with “hard-lines cross the brow.” On Cold Mountain Hanshan brushed poems onto stones amongst "peach trees and plums," a rock for a pillow. Stones on a mountain, on the moon and reddening Mars, on green Earth in the rock garden cooling at sunset.