The first year I saw the man burn it was pretty, cool, hot, neato a spectacle. Lots of sexy beautiful people fire spinning. Then I went back a second year an did stuff, committed myself, worked hard. And I understood a lot more, and was glad to see him burn, and felt a release and renewal.
Santa Fe has a burningman. He is called Zozobra and is about 70 years old. He wears a dress, and this year I saw an advertisement for something or other featuring the old guy, with the question -- "What's under Zozobra's dress?" One of the answers was BM's DNA. But they are not the same.
However, the second full day I was back, still a bit dazed and meloncholy I went to a party and drank lots of free beer. As I was walking home, the announcer was getting the crowd frenzied --
"He must burn! This man must burn!" and the crowd went wild. Understand I was not that close, but they had a great amplification system. By the time I got home, Zozobra was ash and they started a 20 minute funk-a-mo techno set, that I could hear plain as day from my backyard. It was disorienting, I wondered if I had really left BRC. The party had made me sad, 'cuz I couldn't see the fire and the joy in the eyes of my companions and I missed conecting to all the wonderful energy.
As usual YMMV.
Fight for the fifth freedom!