My hope was to make myself useless to the frequencies of gold and silver. I thought about this on that hot summer day with my cousins inside the DC Natural History museum, where I gawked at the fossilized remains of sea-creatures and thought about gnashing teeth and green or blue blood in the water, or some past, alien, but Earthly substances that served all functional purposes of water but was marred and buried with no other barrier but that of time. By far, the exhibit that radiated the most with body heat was the gems, metals, sculpted jewels like the luster of life or eggs in a nest. Our species loves gold and silver, lusts for the ever-luster, perhaps as a way to forget about our own mortality for a while. Egyptian pharaohs bathed in gold-dust every morning. To anti-gild, that is the goal. To see how the wood beneath a gold-covered statue is so much more valuable, because it once contained growing, God-given life.
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