KINSHIP COSMO-TECHNOLOGY

But if instead of watching over our pile of wood we begin to stare into the flames, we begin to see in them an infinite series of reflections and repetitions: the flames are also reflections of the sky, each with its clouds that become again clouds of smoke; they also repeat each other like walls or like ripples in water at the bottom of a well. The smoke climbs up toward the blackness above and expands there; but then it falls back down toward us, darkening the fire, so that we can no longer see it clearly.