Though I myself seem to be quite unprevailing in the subject,
I do commend the habit of getting up off your ****,
yawning your door to the open sunlight,
and taking a look around.
A look around for life's invisible flames,
for the little inferno's which blaze in the tundra like spiritfire.

As mentioned, I've been growing duller to the searching of these lights,
but it seems this could only be the case because I might just have completed the hunt.
I have found my spiritfire.
And upon this realization I have discovered a true reason to to be looking at all. The worth of finding what it is you hadn't know you desired:

- My spiritfire is everything I live to experience on this earth in corporeal form. I don't ever want to let go. -

And from this, I say, readers,

Search for all the invisible flames