Refine, purge, and set me on fire, raise me aloft, until my soul knows utter annihilation.
-Teilhard de Cardin-

Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
-William Butler Yeats-