difficulty but when, fanned by stronger draught,
it begins to burn up the latter, dark smoke
belches forth in clouds, so that the flames
are hardly seen. Then, little by little, all
the damp is dried out, the smoke and steam
disappear, and only the bright, glowing fire
can be discerned. Nor does the conquering
flame rest until it has drawn the whole into
itself; the log has passed into the likeness
of the fire. All crackling and noise dies
down, for now there is no diversity between
the fire and the wood, and all is silence...
St. John of the Cross
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