Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
Fire.
Fire is supposed to be intimidating and terrifying. It's supposed to represent everything evil and all that Hell stands on, a den of iniquity. It's supposed to be a representation of consumption as the flames lick their victims and devour all in its path. It's supposed to signify ferociousness, strength, devotion, and passion. It's supposed to symbolize fear and karma; things that go in can never come out the same. Fire also models death and the ashes it creates. Fire is a reminder of love and the warmth that radiates off of it. It's what relaxes most of us when we're cold; what we imagine and think of in a log cabin, or camping out at night; when some of us like to have a crisp beer in front of a bonfire with friends or having a small fire pit to roast some marshmallows and sing campfire songs. But of all things, I never thought that witnessing something that I assumed would be so healing and relaxing turn out so differently.