I’ve been pondering on this for a while. I can’t help but feel that it’s necessary. I think thoughts project out from drama in our own lives, so it likely reflects a need to burn the grass in my own mental backyard so the new growth may replace it.
However, a forester who recently surveyed our land has stated that a significant problem with the porperty is that it is a fire hazard. The forest is ‘in a transitional period’ which means that there’s lots of dead trees and low brush packed densely together making it ideal for wildfire spread.
Coming back to the feeling that things must burn, on the non solopsistic projection side, maybe when one recognizes a need in oneself they can then see that need in the world around them. And as products of a time and society, when a problem or state is rampant in an individual, likely, it’s in pandemic state by this line of thought.
Part of the thought comes from a belief that the world is burning and a belief that such burns are a cyclical, natural occurence as the world changes and the human species continues to adjust to its environment, both natural, in the sense that it is around us, and circumstantial in that it is created by us engaging in that natural world.
I have backed away from the violence in this thought. The burn, the conflagration the bonfire. It’s ancient resonance both as a sustaining force through heat and light and the protection and confort that both provide and the destructive force, something must be exchanged to produce this energy, the energy must be forced out, only yo allow a limited control of its force once unshackled from a fuel state.
My thoughts on burning, standing around the human bonfire, I see the walls built around it, art as an effort to take advantage of its light and also to contain it, shape it, movie it, mirror, convection duct, and battery all in one. Not to mention asbestos shield.
But to live in that is not enough at least for me. The edifice must burn as well. Perhaps that’s a desire for control. If the world will burn, if all things will meet destruction, then the only reasonable response for one who desires control is to take part in the destruction, accelerate it toward an end that is desired. But then again, in the metaphor of evolution it is such experiments, such bold assaults that have bought us to where we are today.
For better and for worse. It saddens me that it’s a language of violence that I understand. The belief that peace is a lie and one that is bought only by ignoring the violence committed by others. Often only in the name of comfort, plausible deniability, a violence in and of itself to separate from an unclean state.
I don’t know. I really don’t.
But the fire remains, the burning continues. I am not ready yet to be the fire. But I find myself it anyway. In the Bible, god’s weapons of choice tend to be fire and water. And sacrifice always comes by fire. One would never drown an offering or soak it. In dreams, water and immersion in it can stand for emotion, submersion equivalent with immersion in one’s emotional state.
So if used as such a symbol, what is it that that immersion quenches fro fire ? That is ultimately the question of my essay what is the fire ? What does it burn ? Is it life ? Metaphors, metonymic representation, sifting through thousands of years of feeling and thought. These are devices. Cave walls. I am becoming the projector. The moon as lens. The sun as bulb. And being then, in such a metaphor, runs somewhere as a current. Drawn from a plug.
It doesn’t seem such a wonder that at different times and places gods could be seen everywhere. Human god making machines.