While this is not true of any specific thing, it is true of all things, if it rings true to you, then someone else understands.
There is a dangerously fine line between want and have. The only thing that holds that line is the fire. The fire burns and that's how you know you are alive. If you turn away from the fire, you never get burned, but that line is still there, the fire still burns. You can deny it, but it will never burn out, never go away. So, you dance in the flame. Your honor, your love and your self-sacrifice keeps the fire in control, you never need to cross that line, or you can run through the fire and hope it only burns you. The fire never dies, the line never goes away, yet, when and if you cross the line is only in your hands. For me, I am content to dance within the flame -- I live to burn.
Burn with me.
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Speaking metaphorically, of course. It's a habit that's hard to give up. One puff of breath is never enough. You'll find you want to take another.
Mister Vimes
Only Human
- Samuel Vimes
- Norcross, GA, United States
- By his own account he was a skinny, balding, unshaven collection of bad habits marinated in alcohol, although these days he is better shaved and doesn't drink. Partly as a result of this latter fact, he is morose, cynical and ridiculously - and to his own embarassment - soft-hearted in certain circumstances. He is almost certainly one of Nature's policemen; it has been said of him that his soul burns to arrest the Creator of the universe for getting it wrong. He loathes kings, and hates undead and assassins. He is also unashamedly speciesist - he deeply dislikes trolls and dwarfs, but in an almost proprietyroial way, so that he has risked his life and badge to defend them merely so that he can continue to dislike them. He hates the city in the same way; it's his to hate.