How funny is it that we all look at fire in different ways? Some look at it with benevolence and compassion: tending it so that others may bask in its warmth. Others, however, look at it with maliciousness: dousing it in oil so that they could watch it destroy, out of pure hatred of the world. But now you have the fire, you have the power, you have the orange heat and curls of smoke. You have a choice to make. What are you going to do with it?