“Do you think that if you were falling in space... That you would slow down after a while, or go faster and faster?"
"Faster and faster; and for a long time you wouldn't feel anything, and then you'd burst into fire, forever... And the angel's wouldn't help you, because they've all gone away." "When this kind of fire starts, it is very hard to put out. the tender boughs of innocence burn first, and the wind rises, and then all goodness is in jeopardy.“
the sweet expulsion of fire is saved for the stars, pinned upon space and time as we mortals must move among it.
