" Now it seems to the artist that all his work is lost. What has become of the Tincture? Here is nothing that is apparent, that can be perceived, recognized or tasted, but darkness, most painful death, a hellish fearful fire, nothing but the wrath and curse of God. (...) Yet he does not see that the Tincture of Life is in this putrefaction, that there is light in this darkness, life in this death, love in this fury and wrath, and in this poison the highest and most precious medicament against all poison and sickness. "

― , The Chymical Wedding