2024-06-02 - Found in the Fire 4.1.1

For a time, there is nothing.

Then, there is everything.

The everything is known as Mother, though this is something known more in feeling than in words not yet understood. She -though there is no concept of gender, of other, Mother is still She- is warm. Warmth eternal and all-encompassing. The thrum of Them is One in the Same. This vastness is comforting in the same way it is frightening. Should any one thing be so vast, so much? Is there any other way that it can be? The warmth becomes a fire, becomes an inferno, becomes a sun. It is all too much. Yet still, there is exhilaration in the muchness. Of being a spark in that fire, a flame in that inferno, a flare of that sun.

For a time, it is too much.

For a time, it is enough.