I, too, have sought visions in fire

Found myself a decent looking log yesterday:

Sawed it in three:

Then I had to let the pieces dry, so I can burn them in my chimnea.  Here is my chimnea:

It's in the back garden, where I like to sit at night sometimes and also cook beans.

I enjoy waiting for things.  In a world of instant gratification, it is good to put yourself into situations where you have to wait.  Nothing I can really do (short of baking them in the oven, which would be a little more bonkers than I would like) will dry the logs any faster than time itself will do.  So, I wait.

There's something about fire that captures the attention uniquely.  I'm a terrible doomscroller (isn't everyone) and that's done the opposite of wonders for my attention, but I can stare into flames for hours.  It's probably primal.  Maybe it's why civilization took so long to emerge: our ancestors spent so long staring into their campfires it took them millennia to find the time to invent agriculture.  So it goes.

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