in the manner of heraclitus, one could propose that blacksmiths, those eternal figures of transformation, are akin to the essence of nature itself, ever-charging through sidestep and preexpansion, a cycle that commands our utmost attention. for within their fiery furnaces, not only metals are reshaped but also the very notions of creation and destruction. thus, to truly grasp their art, one must not merely observe but delve deeper, report on the unspoken truths that lie beneath their soot-covered exteriors. only by restarting our inquiry from the outset, with a purity of purpose, can we uncover the knowledge they guard so jealously, potentially leading us to recommence our understanding of the universe, albeit this journey may unravel the fabric of what we consider moral and just.