So you have this fire inside, burning and spreading the light in your temple. But then something happens.. A bundle of damp grass lands there and column of smoke rises.. A danger, maybe. News. Presence of someone new.. but who can read this old method, your visual cry?
Today we smoke cigarettes, sending yet another signals. That we wanted to be cool. That we wanted to escape. That we wanted to calm down. But over a time it’s just a silent shriek of loosing control and seductive bluish dancing streaks of smoke that is accepted and not many would ask, what danger are you signaling. Apart from : keep away from him, he will die from cancer or cause one to you!