When the rose and the cross are united the alchemical marriage is complete and the drama ends. Then we wake from history and enter eternity.
I'm using myself as a typical 20th century model as I'm trying to make sense out of the world around me.
We're trapped in linguistic constructs... all that is is metaphor.
The Grail is the womb of the beloved.
We live in an age of artificial scarcity, maintained by ignorance and fear.
Cynics regarded everybody as equally corrupt... Idealists regarded everybody as equally corrupt, except themselves.