The flaming guest

The call of man is to exceed himself into the glory of the vast, from the dust to the supreme infinite, from nothingness to his utter fullness. This burns within a fire that never sleeps, a fire that pushes, on an on towards its undisclosed beatitudes. Man, unknowing the flaming guest within, gropes in the dark ambers of his thoughts faint memory. The one who knows is within who cannot rest till the walls are broken and the light breaks out in the ecstasy of delight. Allow the flame to illumine thy mind, allow the fire to burn down thy limitations. For a power beyond thyself works within unknown, a power that knows its course of action, a fire that burns its way through the dark. Therefore fear not the unknown, allow the impeller within to come forward and take the reigns of thy limbs; allow the impeller to come forward and take over thy speech, thy sight, thy hearing and they breath. Let there be silence in thy gaze, let there be silence in thy body, let there be silence in they walk. In the depths of silence burns the fire, the one who knows.
What you seek is within, in the walled chambers of secrecy, a silent flame watches over thy destiny. The seer within is also the impeller of thy march.
Know this as a truth to be known.