Black fire or white fire ...

The pyre of syncreatic thought, or Ba'al'm laughter ... sinful in church they say! Just do what you're told as if God didn't give you the capacity for thought. Bet' no-Ire? Motivations are quantum things ... sometimes here, sometimes somewhere else in the gypsy-like movements of the harmony of earth ... arrestingly chaotic? A mime of a perfect mind containing all reflections of thoughts gathered across the infinite ... Magi eh ... all that stuff, and non-stuff that be falls us from heaven ... imaginary space?

It is probably a concept hidden in the depths of Finnegan's Wake, then one would have to be able to read a lot of spiritual languages ... like Gaelic ... in which the GUI's at a funeral stand about admiring the lovely casket. It is never clear in the ballad whether they are speaking of the bier, or the widow, and obviously the mourners are into their cups ... Faux Pas ... false gre isle Ness ... purely isolated as man is from either thought or caring actions. The powers (Oz) above giggle at their flawed creations ... while beir'd ... GUI-Ness Sakes Men, behave like ye weren't  endowed with a bland passion for the image of the mind ... a beautiful soul. Did you know that in Greek tradition ... Athenia was a well-red lady? The myth has awesome depths that go on from there as a starting point for thought ...

Alas thought is dangerous in a Roman theology ... we're Toby as's only ... just existent like a rock ... that can tough out a heavy pounding by an un-thinking soul ... meis-UN-IC beginnings ... brickwork without a straw of the last word ... you're draw ...