The Ice Inside Insanity

Fire and Ice, inherent opposites without description, no words need be put to highlight where these two stand , always taking the opportunity to strike at each other, one to ease the fires of the heart which are so very passionate and reduce it to yet another wasted smokescreen of forgotten dreams, while the other tries to strike harder and harder into the icy reflective surface, gnawing, clawing, tearing at it exhausting itself because of it's belief that behind the ice there lies a thing of beauty.

A dance that promises nothing more than pain for both yet never did either stop trying to best the other, watched as what was fire with unrelenting passion turned slowly to passive smoke, just a former visage of it's proud self, and we saw as ice became water, and smoke danced with water, an uncanny relationship, not intended yet happened regardless, an image of compromise showing that a mutual ground can be achieved, as water enveloped smoke, smoke dances around the cold grasps of the water .

As the beautiful dance, an anomaly that happened by chance, a rare event preceded by regular situations and proceeded by an unpredictable sequence of beautiful action, happens and defies all expectations, we fail to see that the fire has almost died, hiding the disbelief at it's failure by admiring the fruits of it's sacrifice, an amazingly beautiful dance that promises to him that the touch of death shall be not be too harsh , as if the tango of smoke on the water eased the would be pain . As the final licks of fire reach out for the sky, desperate for their last blaze of glory, the ice that has been forgotten cracks fully, and out rushes the reborn spirit of a phoenix, once so proud and glorious but captured within ice.

Glad with what it has managed to do, Fire is now able to die down into mere embers, and watch as the bird went free. But karma has yet other plans, as the Phoenix came down and took the fires as it's own, and in the end, Fire and Phoenix are united, the icy embrace of the ice prison, hiding the passionate fires of the phoenix are broken down and left ajar, waiting for it's next pray, hoping to hide yet another in there.

And through it all, the mystifying dance of smoke and water, the gentle tug of the waves, the rise and falling and smoke due to pressure, never stopped, maybe something beyond what people understand but nevertheless, having a meaning well within the grasps of sane men.

This insane man faces no more internal turmoil, for he knows that what the eyes see and what the eyes do not are very different, yet for some, they retain a magical and forcefully tied link, ensuring that meanings can never be measured without considering the other. The insane man also knows that what is seemingly unrequited can oft times just be a sign of the fear of love, and that it best be left to someone who is of course, insane, to wear down.