OH GOD. IT WAS SO MUCH worse than I remembered. The burning—the screaming—I thought—but I wasn’t ready—I thought I was ready—I wasn’t—
Quit being a baby.
Liberate yourself.
The fear. The pain. It’s all gone. We are reborn, and reborn again. We are nothing and we are everything, all at once.
Succumb to it. Embrace it. Love it.
I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. Stop thinking like that. Humans fear fire. They fear pain. They fear flames. Every time, every hour it feels like I am into the flames again. I’ve stopped counting my sixty minutes. They no longer give it to me.
—They place me in the flame over—over—never ending—it never stops—I can feel myself slipping—I can feel myself wavering.
Wavering is good. Give in to it. It will be over once we are reborn. Give in.
—That sounds nice—
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