For this divergent thinking exercise, do the same thing. But you’re the stone. Imagine that the year is something B.C. and there’s a war going on. A young man picks you up, touches you to make sure you’re smooth, the right shape and size, and then puts you in his pouch.
How do you feel when your chosen? As you land in the pouch? Does it hurt? What do you experience as he begins to walk? As he adds other stones?
What happens when he pulls you out, puts you in his sling and aims you at a sheep? Or a giant? What are you thinking? How do you feel?
Do you aim true? Or do you get scared and go off track?