You think of a flame as both a painter and a sculptor, burning bright enough to color the horizon while erasing the ground beneath. The paradox isn’t in the flame itself, but in what we choose to leave behind. When fire destroys, it also opens a new path. Whether that path is for us or for someone else, the single spark still carries both intentions. It’s the same force that can light a way and, if misused, smite everything. The question is, do we trust that spark enough to set it on a road we’re willing to follow?