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The fire crackled and glowered, penned in by the ring of stones. I gazed into it, descended into its depths until I could hear it as a roar that blocked out the world or the illusion of a world. The flames leapt forth from their bounds and charged outward, shrieking like banshees into every opening and crevice—the atomic genesis of new worlds. Tongues of fire pushed forth into each pore, every orifice. Each impregnating the gap where the fetus of a new sphere spawned and grew to fruition in the blink of an eye. Sparks like spores erupting into galaxies of countless suns. No wall of thought, no well of reflection. It is this absence that’s the real Lord of this world — raging father, ever-abundant mother — that all gods and creeds are shaped to conceal and reveal.