Di tal fiumana uscian faville vive,
e d'ogne parte si mettìen ne' fiori,
quasi rubin che oro circunscrive;

poi, come inebriate da li odori,
riprofondavan sé nel miro gurge;
e s'una intrava, un'altra n'uscia fori.

Out of that stream there issued living sparks,
settling on flowers all about,
as rubies set in gold;

and then intoxicated with the odors, they
plunged into the amazing flood:
as one spark sank, another spark emerged.

Reality flows fast
setting fires as it 
claims us as kindling