The fire itself came to me and chose me. He waited, lay in wait at the border of my dreams, my thoughts, and became a reality. Matter - and every schoolchild knows this - is a form of energy. Bound, restrained, brought to a state of rest. But yearning for freedom. The history of time represents a path from ordered to disordered energy. The universe is nothing more than a giant blazing explosion. And everything that has a form strives towards its destruction. Every thing will groan with gratitude if it is finally consigned to the flames. Fire is the chemical ecstasy of the Universe.