Open The Window Of Your Heart And

We Alchemists Look For Talent That Can Heat Up And Change. Lukewarm Won't Do. Halfhearted Holding Back, Well-enough Getting By? Not Here.

May This Marriage Be Full Of Laughter, Our Every Day In Paradise.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.

This Discipline And Rough Treatment Are A Furnace To Extract The Silver From The Dross. This Testing Purifies The Gold By Boiling The Scum Away.

The World Is A Playground, And Death Is The Night.