I was born in a time of alchemists and would-be wizards. People of God feared them, for they seemed dangerous and unfaithful. They were deniers of God’s plan, attempting to accomplish those things that God, in His perfect divinity, chose not to.
Alchemy, as a science, is for fearful men though. Those who fear death, fear pestilence, fear poverty, they search in vain for its rudiments in an effort to eradicate them; the capability to turn scrap into gold, the philosopher’s stone, the elixir of life. They want great health and well-being. They want immortality. And they haven’t stopped searching yet. On down the line, they will look forever. They will never give up on what isn’t theirs to find.
Whey they want, I could give them. But they are weak. They are undeserving. In its truest form, alchemy is only for the most fearless.