By firelight get yourself right. Leave ambitious illusions on a ledge out there in darkness. Stare.
The perfectly explicable insanity of flame--red, yellow, white, blue--cures you of your rational disease and passionate preferences, leaves you next to nothing and beside yourself where you belong.
By firelight, warm your face and hands. Face and hands. Think of the faces and hands belonging to those coming before you, arriving after.
Forget what you know about stars. Ignore the moon. Crouch. Watch fire.