No One Who Loves Life Can Ignore

I Like Vibrant Colors.

"only The Pots Know The Boiling Points Of The Broths," She Says As Tita Weeps Into The Wedding Batter She Is Making To Celebrate The Marriage Of Her Sister To Her Own True Love.

To The Table Or To Bed, You Must Come When You Are Bid.

You Must Take Care To Light The Matches One At A Time. If A Powerful Emotion Should Ignite Them All At Once, They Would Produce A Splendor So Dazzling That It Would Illuminate Far Beyond What We Can Normally See; And Then A Brilliant Tunnel Would Appear Before Our Eyes, Revealing The Path We Forgot The Moment We Were Born, And Summoning Us To Regain The Divine Origins We Had Lost. The Soul Ever Longs To Return To The Place From Which It Came, Leaving The Body Lifeless.

Each Of Us Is Born With A Box Of Matches Inside Us But We Can't Strike Them All By Ourselves; Just As In The Experiment, We Need Oxygen And A Candle To Help. In This Case, The Oxygen, For Example, Would Come From The Breath Of The Person You Love; The Candle Could Be Any Kind Of Food, Music, Caress, Word, Or Sound That Engenders The Explosion That Lights One Of The Matches.