The infinite time within a finite chronology

A stone taken from its natural environment and photographed in its most minimalist form makes me reflect on the finite or infinite existence of time in its different chronologies. The mineral being of millions of years and the human being, and in this case, the spectator, supposedly of a hundred years.

Is time linear or circular as Nietzsche defended in his concept of Eternal Return? In the chronology of that stone, we do not exist, and in our chronology, it always exists. Does time really exist?

“To photograph a rock to make it seem like a rock but to be more than a rock.” Edward Weston