When I decided to visit the glassworks at Harmony, California (population twenty-eight), I had no idea that I would encounter the deity that presides over it. He is a benevolent soul that has been around for thousands of years.
He first came into being when God said, “Let there be light.”
And the lightening struck the sand, and from the sand came the race of the Fulgurites. From this humble origin, the Fulgurites multiplied and grew in strength until their descendants spread over all the Earth, some even reaching to the stars. And now, as the prophet had foretold, “there is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard.”
Glass is everywhere, in every home, in every town, in every state and nation. And their deity–the high priest of silicon–resides in Harmony.
When I met him he was sitting in the sun, reflecting. He was laughing to himself. I asked him to let me in on the joke; he said humans are more fragile than glass, and how shattered they would be if they knew that. I don’t know if he was right, but I did give his words some thought. After all, he has been around for thousands of year, and I was in Harmony with him.