A headline in Nature today reads: “You’re not imagining it: extreme wildfires are now more common.”
Also more common: time-fires which consume hours of your life, hours that might have been for imagination, for rest, for pleasure, for family, for community. Where do these hours go, as we hurl them into the inferno of consumerism, into the conflagration of war, onto the bonfire of shallow screen culture? What cauldron are they cooking?
I wrote at Delphi that all fires are holy fires, but I do not know if these time-fires are holy when they waste the life in us, waste the soul-fuel, waste our sacred incarnate hours, all to light up some cheap trash or to ignite some inhuman destruction.