Fireworks are works of contrast: the brightest light – on the edge of darkness; the sharpest joy – on the edge of fear; the warmest hug in the cold wet night – the purest joy!
Blacksmith’s fire – one of the better metaphors, that of a substance acquiring strength in extreme conditions… The precursor to heroism, where we shine as individuals and fail abysmally as a society. I fervently hope that I will never have a chance to be a hero.
