Supposedly one reason we like glittery gemstones is because the gleam of their crystalline or mineraloid structures reminds us of how light scatters on water. They’re as close to objective beauty as we can get. And from another angle, assigning power to beauty allows us to be closer to it. Much of magic is based in the ability to extend metaphor to physical objects—a burned herb that cleanses a space, a lock of hair kept in a notebook, a religious symbol on a chain around your neck that reminds you of the meaning you put in it. But when you burn an herb there’s nothing left. Crystals and gemstones feel like forever. As far away from the cave as you are, they feel permanent in a way other magical objects often don’t, a reminder of ancient formations and, possibly, objects that carry carbon pieces of our ancestors with them. They are harder, more resilient, more beautiful things made of the same stuff as us. Of course we would want them to carry all our hopes for love and success and psychic protection. They are strong enough to not be undone by desire. The immediate draw of crystals may be that they are fixed and hard representations of everything we want, but some of the subconscious appealis that no matter how permanent they feel, they, too, can change. Growth is not just the provenance of blooming flowers and birthed children, but the slow, nearly unnoticeable work of building a glittering cave, iota by iota, that results in something more magnificent than any story you could have imagined. We can change toward the things we want. Even the hardest parts of us are not static.
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