Based and monke meditation pilled.
I used to do this from time to time, back when I lived in the countryside and heated my home with a fireplace. I absolutely despised that chimney, particularly having to go outside and grab wood to burn with temperature below zero degrees. I always wondered why we couldn't have radiators and evenly spread heating like normal people. And yet...
Sometimes I would stay downstairs late at night, staring at the flames as everyone else was sleeping. That felt good. I guess I did feel the monke within. I kinda miss that part of having a fireplace.