Wet sparks will never bloom from initiation to termination; a light gasp, a transient fray. Friction, properly understood, stops that which lacks the fuel to consist. Existence is a dead end quest; frames rated by their pictures remain a work for art. Basis is the foundation the beat heart the head's spine. A fire resets, undoes, refuses to build a house. Be wet. Gather. Hold rather than rub both of these sticks.