What to do after the obvious is repeatedly pounded in your head until you can think of nothing else. The initial spark. How does one get from a pile of firewood that would make prometheus justified, to a fire that would be sufficient for my sins? Who has a match! I guess that’s up to me to figure out. I am enjoying just listening to the world tell me what the warmth feels like.

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