Iodized, shaped into spheres, and put into jewelry. My child shows them so proudly: learning to fondle, rub, lick, and even steal in the communities that still allow it. I imbibe these fashionable spheres with new money and dead rebellion: buying each a case, for I am so fortunate to assign value by storage. My own medallion is worn proudly around my ankles, safely tied between my feet. I limit my steps to a shuffle to safely guide my chosen seal to the Area of Discrete Master Worship: I will touch others'--they will touch mine--all will be gratified--one at a time.