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Rely on these other hills
Either side of the chasm.
We had a nice campfire that night, although I was still afraid of attracting our new found friends. The campfire was very romantic for me (and even a little mystical) because I took smoldering embers from a vacated campsite to start wood I had collected. Bob blew on it and got it burning with pretty dancing tongues of flame. It felt good to start a fire that way. It symbolized continuity for me; again a lot like our improvisations where one movement or sound causes the next.
The fire also made me feel sad. I knew we would have to go back to our life of endless errands and worries. There is a blaze of joy in me right now from our Novena. The embers will hopefully stay with me for the rest of my life to be rekindled when ever I am willing to take the time to feed them fresh fuel and blow on the flames. I was very impressed when Bob got the fire going by blowing on it. I didn't realize how easy it was.
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Active flux.
The summit.
By sharpness things are brought to life,
Completed, and scattered abroad.
One is,
But not two.
Bob:
That is fire.
This is fire.
This fire has been projected from that fire.
When this fire merges with that fire,
All that remains is fire.