Diamonds are coal is if touched by the hand of God, on their lightning way up from hell to us. And while we fear, and should, the lightning from above, we do sometimes get to see those ancient moments that still happen from below. We now get to see it on our screens; many types of fiery blasts come down upon, or up out of our good mother Earth, such as volcanoes spewing molten rock down into the sea as villagers flee. Not exactly the same as stumbling over a rubble of diamonds, and if so they will soon be controlled by a warlord who will plant mines and enslave the locals.

Happily the great new diamond finds are in democracies; it is happening now in hot deserts in Australia and cold northern rocks in Canada. Two democracies, and that makes all the difference in responsible supply. And thus, these days, where the 'roo and the polar bear roam, that seldom is heard, a discouraging word, and the skies are more cloudy each day. Home, home on the range now involves diamond drills and homes for workers and machines that dig and trucks to drive and locals to train for high tech skills; partners, partners away, no cartels to get in the way.

So jewelry stores from Fifth Avenue to home are now partners, no longer just buyers from those mysterious men from Antwerp who always set the rules, the volume, the prices, supply, those things. Not any more, Isador. Now more plentiful diamonds make their way from polar bear land to the Fifth Avenue hand at a deal better than planned. And here on the net, an even better bet. We come in the back door, take best seat in the store, walk our fingers through the warehouse and bid low to main store. Will they accept this low bid?

If it beats the one before, yes once more. The Canada diamonds in particular break down into smaller bits, which means bargains galore for your teenagers hits. I have four grown daughters, all who skated, rode horses, and danced. At contest times, they had to be with a pretty new costume, with sequins and elegant things. But if only in those long gone days, we had had a small bag of loose diamonds, at a song of a price, what a song my daughters would have sung. So keep this in mind if you have an angel for a daughter, niece or grand daughter.

Watch her eyes match the sparkling little burgundy bags contents, and feel so deeply good. What a way for her to help create her inheritance from you, with her until it is her turn to let her daughter show off her diamonds, with your name on them forever. The new availability combined with the quick ability of net buying to bypass so many layers of former retail sales. You are deep inside the greatest warehouse: wonderfully extensive bargain bins, aren't they? And these low bid offers. We got savings!