Desert sand dunes move by the rushes of wind. And the wind moves by the warmth of the sun. But neither the sand, nor the wind, nor the sun know precisely what makes the dunes so majestic. The Alchemist of the universe, however, knows how to take these elements and make their beauty magnificent. And so too none of us know precisely what makes true love, but somewhere between breaths and forces of life, we fall deeply into the arms of a lover that taps into our inner most self in such a way as to leave us entirely breathless by their presence. That is the mark of true love, the feeling that nothing else in the world could ever be so wrong as long as the love shared between each other is unmoved by the forces of change. We stand resolute that come high wind, or blistering heat, we will trust the Alchemist's design and stand together amidst it all. And we too shall be made majestic, not by our design, but by the design of the one who moves wind by sun and sand by wind into majesties so timeless that nothing in the world can compare to them.