The Old and the New.

The door is open, a passing.

  ~Cause there's the old inside the new, and the new emerging out of the old, this is a continuous, constant conversation forming realities out of realities.~

If luck is by your side

And sometimes things are produced by purity of longing

Undefined as they are, underneath the moon and the sun, they contain the grace of opportunity

One's gaze says so much about the person

If we are willing to read the seal hiding inside things

Is there a final testimony and verdict?