It is said that when lovers are meant for each other, the gods take special care to match all the curves of their bodies, so when they join, they become one, and it is not possible to see when one body ends and another begins.
It is better to waste one’s gold than to waste one’s time, for gold can be acquired from a mine, sold, gifted, or stored in a bank. Time has no master and no shape. No rock can contain it, and nobody can own it. Time is the breath of the Goddess, the rhythm of her chest, the pulse of her beating heart.
