Sounds like dad found enlightenment
I heard the crackling and popping when I read your comment
He’s destressing
anon’s Dad is dropping shrooms
When I was a little kid, if I was good then my grandparents would fill a big pot with torn-up newspapers, set them on fire, and let me watch them burn. Apparently this isn’t a normal child-rearing practice. I’m not sure why.
Fire good.
Beer. Good also.
Haha, yes! Easy to be happy, if by happy you mean stave off existential dread for a few hours.
There’s something about fire that moves humanity.
The crackle, the flicker, the scent of smoke and wood, the glowing warmth that caresses away chills. It’s hypnotic, and on such a primal level that we don’t always notice it.
Staring into a fire, just in the moment is meditative. Your mind can either roam free, or empty itself out to let you float in the now.
The wheel and lever people will never understand this.
