Abba Lot came to Abba Joseph and said: Father, according as I am able, I keep my little rule, and my little fast, my prayer, meditation and contemplative silence; and, according as I am able, I strive to cleanse my heart of thoughts: now what more should I do? The elder rose up in reply and stretched out his hands to heaven, and his fingers became like ten lamps of fire. He said: Why not be changed into fire?
~From The Desert Fathers
And how can we live in the bosom of the One who flung the flaming stars into space, and not burn white hot and sun-bright?
Ten Thousand Places 
I don’t think I know how to think abstractly enough to understand this one. 😦
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“But if I say, ‘I will not mention him,
or speak any more his name,’
his word is in my heart like a fire,
a fire shut up in my bones.
I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.”
(Jeremiah 20:9)
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