EXTENDED METAPHOR: Allegory of the Burning Logs
INFP: I am the fuel, not the flame. Come and light me up, we shall burn brightly I promise.
(cut to 2 logs sitting side by side. Awkward conversation.)
arrival of ENTP & ENFJ: We are the fire, and we desire wood to burn.
E & I mixed together. Flames roar with more influx of heat. The wood burns up too easily.
(Group discussion turn into a heated argument)
The heated session feels so euphoric. The flames dance brighter, E feels happier with each leap and pop of cinder from the logs—being eagerly licked up by the fire—until...
"I have to rest, there is no more fuel to offer", said INFP.
the flames cool to ember. I feel content—but
—E feels empty. There is no fire without the fuel. "I am but a miserable spark. Without you all to burn my discourse, I remain a spark that cannot flare to flame" the embers cool in the wind.
E shudders. Ashes, I am ash gray now.
I AM the ash. Limp. Eager to float away into the wind. Your sparks will not light anything else, not for now. Let me
Rest.
E: Till next time.
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