Mars in my pocket, like a grain of sand

[desperance]

Not everything is all the time a metaphor. Sometimes some things are actual, unvirtual, unimagined: here.

Having said which, what's that literary figure where an element is taken to stand for the whole? Like "below the salt" speaks to the entire social structure required to sustain the phrase?

Because m'wife gave me a planet for m'birthday. Not only that, she gave me the right planet.

I have Mars, right here on my desk, set in imperishable crystal, to be an heirloom of my house lucite: a teeny-tiny fragment of a meteorite from Mars. It may be only a fleck, but it speaks, y'know. Volumes.