Overwhelmed by the infinite folds’ upper peaks, we have taken refuge in the canyons, the dry trenches, once carved by another bent and frozen wing of this plane. Here we find it simpler; the shattering complexities are easier to ignore, and we can concentrate on building a fire to keep ourselves warm. The wood here is dry and burns easily; we can pile it up in this hollow, sheltered from the wind, and set it aflame by rubbing two sticks together. This method is difficult, but when you have succeeded in lighting the fire at last you are rewarded with the glow of your success.