06 – the lord is waiting to take your hand
The children were too weak, in the end. He had tried to take their essence, their very souls from their bodies, but they resisted, and the transmutation rebounded.
Using sedatives when you were already halfway through the process didn't work. Would they work if you did it before you began the transmutation? That would have to be for next time.
There was something wrong with the arrangement of the circle, too. It didn't work, like his theories had predicted they would. Luna had been juxtaposed by Sol Solis and Quinque Theoriceshad been constant throughout but -
Had he drawn something where it wasn't meant to be? There was an error somewhere - there must be.
Mathematics had rules and laws and so did alchemy but then –
You never got anywhere being righteous. The old Philosopher's never paid attention to when they flouted a theorem or stood on the Earth which rotated the Sol Solis, not the other way around.
He glanced to where his wife (words like those lost all significance and sunk like the small weights that had disappeared into the depths of the lake behind his house) was lying, bound and eyes glassy.
A life for a life. Equivalent Exchange.
bend break subvert change alter modify vary deviate pervert corrupt turn
become
in omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro - Thomas à Kempis
luna - moon
sol solis - sun
quinque theorices - the five theories
in omnibus - everywhere I have searched for peace and nowhere found it, except in a corner with a book