I saw a picture today of a “Weather Forecasting Stone.” It’s a rock tied to a string. That’s it. That is the entire engineering diagram.
And you know what? It is the most advanced piece of technology I have ever seen.
We live in the year 2026. I have a phone in my pocket that has more computing power than the spaceship that went to the moon. It costs as much as a used kidney. It scans my face. It talks to satellites. It uses Artificial Intelligence to predict my every move.
And yet, this morning, my $1,500 super-computer told me it was “Partly Cloudy” while I was literally scraping ice off my windshield in the dark.
The Weather Stone doesn’t have that problem.
The Weather Stone doesn’t need a software update. It doesn’t need to connect to Wi-Fi. It doesn’t ask you to accept “Cookies” before it tells you it’s raining. It just gets wet.

That is the kind of brutal honesty we are missing in society.
We have become obsessed with making simple things complicated. We call it “Smart Technology.” I call it “Paying money to be annoyed.”
My Smart Watch: It buzzes my wrist to tell me I slept badly. Thank you. I know I slept badly. I was there.
My Smart Fridge: It has a screen to tell me the Wi-Fi is down, but it won’t tell me the milk has turned into cheese.
My Car: It has sensors to tell me I am drifting out of my lane, but it won’t tell me that the guy behind me is driving like a maniac until he hits me.
Imagine if we used “Rock Logic” for our actual lives. It would solve 90% of our problems.
We spend thousands of dollars on therapy, self-help books, and meditation apps to understand our feelings. Just look at the rock!
Bank account is empty? Stop buying useless garbage on Amazon.
Pants don’t fit? Stop eating the donuts.
Head hurts? Drink water.
Wife is silent and staring at you? This is the equivalent of the “Stone Gone” warning. A tornado is coming. Seek shelter immediately.
We are so busy trying to “forecast” our lives that we forget to live them. We worry about five years from now. We worry about the stock market. We worry about AI taking our jobs.
Meanwhile, the rock is just hanging there. It’s chilling.
If it’s sunny, the rock enjoys the sun. If it rains, the rock gets a bath. It doesn’t have anxiety. It doesn’t have a mortgage. It doesn’t check its email at 4:00 a.m.
Maybe the rock is the only one who has it all figured out.
So, next time you want to know the weather, don’t ask Siri. She lies. Go outside. If you get wet, it’s raining. If you fall over, it’s an earthquake.
And if the rock is bouncing up and down? Don’t post about it on Instagram. Just run.