A good pile with a peak rising in expectation of more lava about to erupt from below. Slowly, they congregate, languorously together, felines, the embers' high-pitched wail a loose tom behind a wall. Supine, prone, bodies sideways, pillows, throws, pure Egyptian joy to watch the tactile stroking of foreheads forearms neck.
Sparks give way to darkness.
The youngest gets off the floor hoping for a phone call. The scholar goes off hoping for an insight into self-examination. Once the sacred character of the body is recognized the cosmos wheels into line. Cold, another wall. Physicists now say the universe is limitless, all theory must be reformulated.