All is burning, I repeat after the Buddha (“Burning,” October 4, 2015). Burning with what? It is burning with the fire of greed, the fire of hatred, the fire of delusion. It is burning with birth, with old age, with death, with grief, with lamentation, with pain, with sorrow, with despair. When I see this, I become disenchanted with the mind, disenchanted with ideas. Being disenchanted, I become dispassionate. Through dispassion, I am freed. As I repeat after the Buddha, Robert Collén’s Burning World comes to my mind (“Robert Collén,” November 16, 1998). The world has been burning for thousands of years, and now it is being consumed by the fire of greed, the fire of hatred, the fire of delusion. And literally so. But there are always a few who see it all, and who become disenchanted with the mind, disenchanted with ideas. My only solace, as well as theirs.