Time binds our existence.

Moments are fleeting memories which define ourselves.

Identity reformed through the slow vicissitude of memory.

Passages we desire to extrapolate from the marrow of moment.

Sensations collected to maintain a change unchanged.

One calls it rare, special or individual in attempt to preserve chaos through the sensation we mark time in 'Object'.

The more these objects maintain their purity of moment, the more rare their value is to the memory of their time.

All variants are rare yet we value them through the quantity of chaos in which they have been consummed.

Grouping degrees through a negation of time.

Rarity is a collection of the hierarchy of value through which we preserve self as custodians of fixed order in a bounded chaos.