They glimmer and sparkle and blaze. I may loose some serious masculinity points for saying that; but really dudes, before judging me look at a diamond for a moment than look away. Be honest, you want to look at it again. Why is it so interesting? I don’t know, to be frank…it’s one of life’s little puzzles for me for now. That said, I definitely don’t want to own a diamond. I guess it’s like a racing motorcycle (Ducati Desmosedici…*moment of silent awe*) that way. Awesome, but I don’t want one.

Diamonds are the hardest natural thing known to man. The only possible way to scratch one is with another, yet a child could shatter one with a kitchen pan. Wait what? That’s so counter intuitive and strange, and intriguing.

They are wealth, hugely concentrated. Millions of dollars can be moved from here to there via a handful of uncut diamonds, rough muddy looking rocks. Wars are fought and countries made and broken over diamonds. Yikes.

Lastly, beyond being very pretty, they are useless. Fighting a war over oil or fertile land makes some sense. Both are crucial for economy, they’re great bargaining chips in international trade. Diamonds are not like that–no economist ponders the frightful harm a diamond shortage could do. Gross vanity, or deep appreciation of sheer beauty? Hmm.