What did I actually want to say? A lot. But it's time to finish. This letter will be the last, Nation. In the end, I will quote a fragment that you surely know, although you probably don't remember:

"[...] But for the eyes to be open, consent is needed. And not the kind of consent that binds two against a third, three against a fourth, four against a fifth, five against a sixth, one thousand against another thousand, — but the kind of consent that knows how to humble language, pride, and one's own arrogance and keeps it silent. [...] You will quarrel tomorrow, on a day of rest, but let your disputes, boasts, and processes, your instances and party courts and faction courts fall silent today. After all, no one will kill the justice and truth, as truth and justice they are, in you. Keep your truths and justices — but keep them to yourselves. [...] You will create a Nation within yourselves with this moment of silence, this moment of suppressing the desire for quarrels and conflicts. [...] And you don't need to communicate, gather, or conspire for this, — but express it through actions, and tomorrow your truth will be revealed to you!"

(St. Wyspiański, "Poems. Dramatic Fragments. Remarks", Kraków 1910)

I invite you to the Wedding. Come whole. We will laugh and dance a bit. I will inform you about the place and date.