I remember going to a construction site with Jesse and climbing up a big dirt hill they had been using for fill. It had this one sheer wall on it that dropped around 30 feet, almost straight down. We dumped gas off the edge and climbed down to watch it burn. The way it glowed, with the sun setting just behind it, it made it seem like our fire was the only thing keeping the world from another night of darkness. We loved fire. We never destroyed anything important, we just wanted to feel the heat and watch the flames. “Some people just want to watch the world (have a controlled) burn (where nothing really important gets damaged)”.
It has always bothered me the way our culture views fires; If you love fire, you’re a pyromaniac or an arsonist. It wasn’t so long ago, for us anyways, that when the fires went out you simply froze to death. Early man survived because of fire. Fire let us settle in every corner of the globe. But now we have no need for fire. We’ve replaced our wood burning stoves with gas fireplaces, and now they are only used for decoration. We entrust our warmth to little digital keypads and our furnaces. Our stoves and ovens use gas and electricity. We never worry that the gas will stop coming through the pipes. But in all of us, coded into our very being, we still long for the warmth and flicker of the flame. For me, it reminds me that I’m human and that I’m alive.