Are you in agreement? Am I? Which sparks, embers, flames are we giving air? Notice one, to not get caught in; the other, fan from the midst, let that be the flame that ignites you, combust with that divine spark that it might ignite and consume all of us, purifying our intent. Let us become white hot with it, to be beaten, forged, tempered into a vessel to carry it forth in some form we’ve yet to imagine.