Taurus 22. A man drinking a tonic that causes rainbow colors to spread throughout his body.
An elixir of flower nectars and mists, of golden rains and dark sleets and mountain snows, an elixir of waters and light, the waters providing the light with a body where it might open into the fullness of its color. His throat a ravine down which the light and water rushes into a cave of marvels, each color drawn to heal a different ray of darkness. For darkness, too, has its own dark rainbow.
A gem cutter’s tools carefully sharpened and polished.
A certain gem cutter of Peth uses only a light which shines from his eyes to cut gems. He says, though, that the problem with doing this work is that his eyes become dimmed by invisible clouds which arise from the gems when they are cut, obscuring his vision. And so every few days he must take up a cloth imbued with jewelers rouge and polish his eyes back to their original brightness, a task which, he says, causes him no pain and which actually he enjoys doing. He also says that the gems create in his eyes a visual dullness which he sharpens occasionally by staring into lightning during thunderstorms.