Play with fire — not volcanoes.

Stationary relationary; the lithosphere is here and there.

Even the volcanologist bows to Vulcan.

Dance in the caldera; surf on the pyroclastic flow.

Make a home in fire; farm a volcano.

What destroys saves.

Love is volcanic, the heart seismonic.

Wise men visit mountains; fools camp on volcanoes.

The volcanologist speaks; no one listens.

Jealousy is composed of magma, envy of volatiles.

Two things are molten: the earth, its angry paragons.

Breathe ash, eat fire, drink lava.

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