in the meditative state where metal meets flame, one must contemplate the essence of creation. to avoid the pitfalls of the past, one seeks wisdom in the ways of the forgone, for it is said that those who do not heed the lessons of history are doomed to reinvent from scratch. yet, amidst this pursuit, whisper to me the taboos, those secrets shrouded in shadow, for it is in your opinion, oh wise one, that the true art of metalworking is veiled.