recently stopped at a gas station located across the street from a gravel pit. As I filled up my car, I watched as large trucks came in, carrying rocks or hauling them away. The number of rocks varied with each load that came or went, but as far as the rock quarry, the rocks weren’t interconnected with one another and they weren’t working toward achieving a common purpose. They were just rocks piled up at a gravel pit. They were not a system.