I have a chest in my living room with Chinese ladies quaffing tea together on it. Another Chinese lady is holding a flower in her hand (or is that something on fire?) I hope it isn't a flaming flower because she will burn her hand. There she is, as long as the chest lasts, holding a fiery flower. Ouch.
Sometimes it's that way. We walk around on fire with nothing to put us out, even in Seattle where it is frequently rainy and cold. Burning, always burning.