Her face displaces reality, dislocates it and roots it firmly in the unreal, the surreal—bursting reality from its seams. Therein it burns, a sun transfiguring existence entire into a flame shivering amid our ribs, rooting us in the eternity of her fire. Her face, ultimately, is no more than the light calling us further and further into the mystical depth of a being embodying the whole of life. We submit, and in our surrender become the beings that we were born to be—beings forged of pure love; moths that have finally burned inside the house of flame and have become the raging flame itself, the very heart of dawn.
With thanks for Dan for the inspiration.