Dealing With Fire.

My still, small voice kept whispering to me this morning. So incessant was it that I couldn’t focus on what I was doing. And so I listened instead. I didn’t, and still don’t, fully grasp what it was saying, but it seemed to be along the lines of:

When a flame that can’t be extinguished begins to burn you beyond the bearing, maybe you shouldn’t turn away from it. Maybe you should move to the centre of it instead, there to become one with it and it with you. And maybe then you’re safe.

We human beings have so much to learn, and we waste so much time on things that don’t matter.