Don’t be scared. We don’t know what happens next.

We think of time as linear, as that is what we have been taught to do, but it’s no more or less true than other ways of constructing reality.

Take fire, when you think of it, what do you see? A tulip shaped flame, lifting upwards, its yellow, its orange, but you look closer, and then you see blue. Do you believe that this is true?

Without the pull of gravity, fire is shaped like a ball. Fire is a force, it comes from nowhere and goes back to somewhere, so it travels through time, it’s a reaction, it’s always changing, it can’t stay in motion for ever.

When I think of it, I hear a sound, a crackling, a spark. It has a refraining echo, like a tile being banged on a roof and bouncing off nearby houses. I can smell it before I see it, it transports me to childhood, to summer nights outdoors, logs burning, the smoke in my hair.

It’s why it seeks the nature of desire, running like a railroad over time – its wildfire. It might be at the core of our consciousness, jumping around, in an eternal fight to escape, to combust.

I claim I _know_ this is real. So no, I’m not scared, not for as long as I can feel.