This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling he scum away.
Where there's smoke. There's fire. Throw me in. I'm ready. Burn baby burn! As useless wants an desires burn into ash. I feel free. Freer than I thought possible. As the play, and the movement become all there is, an energy enters in, as everything I touch with my hands and see with my eyes makes no sense, compared the dance, as I beat my own drum.
I am burning. If anyone lacks tinder, let him set his rubbish ablaze with my fire.