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Created 2021

We wait to return to normal. We wait for the fire to be lit. Uncover the fire that is within us. We stay indoors in the evening just when we should go out to have contact with other people. We have an ancestral need to really be with other people. I happened to think how paradoxical the curfew is. In the past century, where a "curfew" was an evening bell which warned people to cover their fires for the night, to prevent accidents. Today the curfew prevents accidents; prevents the virus. It is necessary. But as the past is putting out the fire. Our inner fire. I think the Doors song "light my fire" .... Try to set the night on fire .....". The night must be lived, the night must be set on fire. Fire, Fire, Fire.
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