Fire is alive.In every sense of the word, it's a living thing.Fire is such a fragile creature. In its youth, a single misplaced breath can snuff it out. But that young spark has more growth potential than a mustard seed. Just ask Chicago. Half the city burned to the ground because of a single loose flame. That's why I love it so. A single book of matches, free from a gas station, can bring down an entire neighborhood.My friends say I'm delusional, but I prefer the term "pyromaniac".