But you can’t snuff out a smokeless and eternal flame, no matter how dimmed or tentative its fire becomes. You cannot remove an Innermost Light. All of us, at our essence, are this sentient spiritual fire. You can call it God, Love, Consciousness, but it animates all things. It’s the reason there is something rather than nothing. And I for one am very beloved of this Innermost. It gives me direct signs and examples of my own spiritual sovereignty when I am willing to listen and see. It gives me tender intimations and implications of that same sovereignty even when I've lost my way, and the path seems darker than ever. This Innermost has seen me at my worst, at my most hopeless and desperate. And it has seen me also at my very best, when I am loving and kind and creative. Indeed, it’s the very thing that animates and inspires me to these better angels of my nature. I am never cruel or vindictive, but I realise now with even greater poignancy that I’ve been struggling with depression issues my entire life, and that it can take a toll on those closest to me. Because it hurts to see someone you love living so far beneath their potential, and struggling so intensely with the business of simply being alive. It cuts in a very intimate way that I don’t have to describe to any of you reading this, because undoubtedly you’ve experienced it in some form for yourselves.
We are, all of us, the Fire. Burn Brightly.