Reflection is one of the keys - a big secret - as is the inevitable destiny to burn up. The burning heart is the ultimate reflector, but there are countless others: the moon, prisms, mirrors, cameras, and even freshly cut sunlit June grass.
Something tells me - the night sky - "You must become much more wild." How?
The longer I stay. The longer I look - at the moon, the silhouette of tree, the night sounds, the ember of fire. This indicates wildness.
