Pristine by Candle Light

The miracle of life and its peculiarities can wake one in the middle of the night. Like a dream freezing itself solid, its magnificence, its mass, crystallizing, day by day, year by year, can thaw as sudden as a summer storm. Yet the majesty remains to kindle like the mystery of flame, to leap gelatinous heat, consume the air we breathe, to conceive absurdities of histories and Hell. . Written December 4th, 2001 © on Jan 22 2002 11:56 AM PST   0 • 10