I first encountered glass when I was a first year university student. The first time I ever saw glass melt at 1300 degrees, I felt death. It reflected a world where life could not survive, like the molten interior of a volcano’s crater. However, once the red-hot glass cooled, it showed a completely different expression. When it changed into a mystical material that is both transparent and envelops light, I felt the life of the glass. I witnessed the precise moment when the shape was formed.