We are the photometers, we the irritable goldleaf and tinfoil that measure the accumulations of the subtle element. We know the authentic effects of the true fire through every one of its million disguises.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
We are the elements of desire, forged in alchemical fires, to produce a stone so fragile, yet so bold. Emblazoned with truth, yet blinded by reflections, what we fail to see allows which to grow out of itself infinitely.
– Josh Fleming