So you want to sit in the fire.
Let those who have tell you,
let them tell you that mostly
it means getting your butt burned,
a mouthful of guts, of blood,
tears you prayed you’d never
have to cry and risking betrayal
when you hang naked. But let them
also tell you the world is waste
and the only gold there’s ever been
has been in the fire.
—by Shaman’s Key