From 'Joy': Welcome to the Sanctum of Bull Crystals

Hey, You got your Fortress, now I got my own, in the biggest geode ever discovered, inside a pile of bovine droppings in the field of the ragin'nest bull there ever was --

This is the Sanctum of Bullcrystals!

The most prized -- and expensive coffee in the world is that which has passed, as a bean, through the digestive tract of the jungle civet and again collected from its scat. Eighty percent of the world's workers are following jungle civets around to collect and process their poos to make this expensive coffee for the wealthiest 2 percent of the population who drink this magical elixir -- and these individuals crap out massive diamonds, when they aren't incredibly constipated, but, I digress.

What I'm saying in the rip-snortin' spirit of Yellow Jacket, the meanest bull ever, resides in the pile, which, now crystallized, is my home of kick-ass badassery.

Here, this is my space, where the magic happens, the alchemy of of creation called bullshit.
I am a devotee of Harry G. Frankfurt's slim volume, which, well, is actually a short bit of learning he took away from a visit to my abode. It's all kind of circular like that, so don't go thinking it all comes out of thin air, and thus, is somehow indefensible ... No. There's a PROCESS involved, a lengthy process of passing through thought-chambers, of mixing of chemicals, of fermentation; heating up and cooling down, biochemical exchanges, and, after, the long slow rot before finally in the fullness of time, I can stab a finger in the air and say,

"I have an IDEA!"

Reference:
kopi luwak
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/18/world/asia/18civetcoffee.html