I have walked over hot coals just to know what it feels like to be set on fire. Sometimes the feeling is lost to me. It is interfered by the need to intellectualize the burn. At times I am distracted by the urge to comprehend a sensation rather than to feel it in its extreme purity. And I burn, I burn deep and hot and breathless, probably more than most people. But I want perfect submission. I want to be consumed by the flames and disappear. i want to surrender to the senses. I want to feel without thought. I want being and nothingness. I want the blaze to run through me until I'm nothing but blue crystal embers.