I was walking in my backyard when I fell into a hole that took me to the center of the earth. At least I think it was the center. I fell for a very long time. But sometimes things seem long because of the resistance to what's happening.
So, there I was, sitting on dirt, overlooking an ocean of lava. I remembered a geology class I was required to take in high school where the teacher called this magma. I thought the word had more meaning to me now since I was actually seeing the thing itself.
I felt so tiny amidst this tumultuous sea of fire. It was a good experience because lately I'd been thinking a lot about my problems and this put things in perspective.
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