A fire starts with a single lonely flame swaying on a pocket of air. A fire is started on a bed of crushed discarded newspapers and wood chips, it flashes up for a few brief moments then quickly disappears. A fire is started by taunting and aggression, poking and prodding, huffing and puffing, pleading and cursing. A fire is started by thoughtful plotting and meticulous architecture, by studious praise and then triumphant applause. A fire starts with a bang, a roaring entity unto itself whirling where it will, eating whatever is in its path and will extinguish itself in its own time. A fire starts small and grows big, it can be contained but never controlled, it is hard to start but all too easily snuffed out.