A thought bubbled up from a volcano and filled the air with a violent blast of enthusiasm. It spread its profound, heavy weight through the air, trying with all its might to be noticed.

But all the creatures fled, unwilling to listen.

So the thought spread forth on the ground in fiery, undeterred pursuit. Surely something would want to be awed. The thought’s molten glory was burning to grant epiphanies to the unenlightened.

But everything only turned brilliant for a few, sparking moments before crumbling into ash.

It was then that the thought remembered its own nature. Nothing could stand to know something so vast, inspired, wondrous. It was doomed to destroy all living things with the majesty of its essence. And so the thought subsided, its heat and excitement dimming almost as quickly as it burst forth. Its heat siphoned slowly back up into its mountain home, sealing itself in with cold despair. The tremors of joy had long since stopped and the thought decided to rest for a while. Perhaps it would come forth once more in a few years’ time. Perhaps then the world would be ready to embrace it.