Have you ever wondered how a matchstick works? I’ll tell you. The wooden stick is coated with an easily combustible paste with low point of ignition. When the stick is struck against the side of a matchbox, the sparks produced are enough to send it burning.
Whenever people talk about fire, they say how it lights up ways. Even when we were cave-men, we lit up bigger fires to scare away the wild animal. Bigger the flame, bigger the area covered you see. What about the shadows it cast though? Isn’t “bigger a flame, bigger the shadow it casts” true too?
fires are all-consuming, I think. You take a matchstick and its life is just the number of chemical reactions it can perform. You take the matchstick and light a candle, the poster boy for hope. It burns as long as the wick gets wax to burn through. You light up a body, and it burns up the flesh all the way down to the bones and then burns a little more until just dust is left. That is when we finally realise, we’re not made of star-dust. Just ash.
So, my eulogy will read like this- “He was heavy-duty matchbox, with enough sticks to burn through his flesh and bones for he was no less than a quick burning bundle of chemicals lighting up at the slightest friction being forced to gnash his being into gravel and stone and dust.”
Maybe its the world that not burning. Maybe its me. Maybe I’m on a pyre, and its my 7 minutes in heaven.