Just a moment ago the thought crossed my mind... I can eat fire, and I smiled.
In my community eating fire is normal and probably the easiest thing to do or maybe it's not, maybe I just took to it, I never really gave it too much thought as I just consider it progression. True enough it is dangerous, anytime you're playing with fire it's dangerous. I can quote all sorts of reasons why it's dangerous and give you extreme examples of what happens when things go wrong but... I suppose it's that rush of adreline you get when you're bringing a flame towards your lips, the look of approval and understanding from those who do, amazement and wonder from those who don't. Self realization and/or a satisfaction of sorts.... zen.
Not quite exactly why I love it but I know that from the first moment I let the flame dance on my tounge, my lips, my skin...I was hooked.
I can eat fire.
What a amusing yet profound statement.
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