The world we see is an outward and visible fantasy of an interior and invisible truth, as inscribed in the celestial heavens, the emerald oceans, and on every grain of sand in the enormous deserts. .. There once was a golden city. Three golden balls sat atop the tallest minaret in the golden city. The ancients said that removing the three golden balls would cause dissension, and the city would be destroyed. But... the mystics had also said that the simplest soul with the simplest of goods would save the city. Tack the Cobbler, a humble shoemaker, lived in the city. In the city... lived a thief who shall remain unnamed.