Change is for Morons

I fail to understand the concept of change. I like stones. They rarely change, and they are none the worse for wear because of it. Unfortunately, the universe is not up to me. No one bothered to run the plans by me when physics of the universe was foolishly agreed upon. Change occurs regardless of whether I like it or not, but I refuse to walk my dog at that party. I will remain a stone until the winds of time grind me up into bits of sand. Then I will just sit on the beach and watch everything else change. I will watch each day bring about new silliness to wash away the old silliness.