The metaphor is an old one, well-worn. Nonetheless, compelling. The conflagration, cousin to the volcano, which purifies as it consumes, and leaves behind ashes and the rise of a phoenix; the warmth which maintains and brightens life, the light which beats back darkness. Life's preservation, and its ending.
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The metaphor is an old one, well-worn. Nonetheless, compelling. The conflagration, cousin to the volcano, which purifies as it consumes, and leaves behind ashes and the rise of a phoenix; the warmth which maintains and brightens life, the light which beats back darkness. Life's preservation, and its ending.
He says nothing, for the moment.