Fire...

A fire is built out of nothing; but as it burns, it grows, it lives, it breathes, it even seems to yearn for freedom. It seems to seek its vengeance on anything that sought to be excused from destruction. As the embers glow, the fire destroys what it lives on, and all that's left in memory are ashes. It feels like a life that existed, is there no more. Or, rather, the soul has drifted away. It will surface again, when called upon. It will breathe again, and destroy more as it yearns, yet again, to grow. But, ironically, the more it destroys, the more it 'kills' itself. What a unique living form: it grows for self-destruction!

And this destruction is not silent-it is celebrated with light and sound...And a warm welcome to anyone who wishes to witness this celebrated destruction.