S. - Ship of Theseus - Pg 278

 A quarter-mile inland, at roughly the island's geographic center, a monolith of volcanic rock disrupts the gray flatness. It rises a steep thousand feet from the surface, then terminates abruptly in a deep, irregular crater, leaving its peak--an, indeed, the idea of the mountain it used to be--implied in the emptiness above.  Molten black outcroppings extend from its sides like begging arms, ironic mementos of the plant's penchant for cataclysm, its indifference to anything but the eternal rearrangement of itself.