Diamond Diamonds, and Essay by Raven Hawk
I
used
to work in
a jewelry store.
I was the top sales
man, or should I say
sales girl. Because I had
never been big on fancy jewelry
and big fancy gemstones before I
started working there, I was more fond
of the colorful stones. In fact, I hated diamonds.
They were colorless and lackluster, or so I thought.
The longer I worked at Goodfellows Fine Jewelers, the
more I learned about these precious gems, and now I know
diamonds are not a women’s best friend, but they are a man’s.
Men give women diamonds to say they love them, to get themselves
out of trouble, and to even relive memories. Sometimes men give diamonds
as bribes and sometimes to make themselves look wealthier or cooler than they
are. Women accept diamonds knowing what they are – flashy rocks. Diamonds
are also the best friend of the African continent, where more than half of all of
the world’s diamond-mining takes place. Rough mined diamonds can either be
polished and cut for gems to put in necklaces and rings, or used in industry
because diamonds are the hardest natural substance mankind knows
about. Gem quality diamonds are rare. Industrial diamonds are a
dime a dozen, and are used to cut granite, drill oil, polish and
grind all forms of material. The only known limitation
industrial diamonds have is that they react oddly
when they come into contact with iron at
high temperatures (in fact diamonds turn
to graphite under such conditions).
So you love them or hate them,
flash them on your wrist or
cut grave markers with
them – a diamond
is a man’s best
friend
!
Ink Well My Raven Quill 