What will I do come the future? Will a life of mediocrity plague existence till death, accented only by brief joy from platonic company, and a constant building of anger fueled by eyes and ears. Perhaps instead some small achievements to cement a name none will care for in the back of text books. Go big, go crazy, dream of madness, and of real change and learning attributed to you. Go bigger, die. I can't decide whether or not I want to live forever, become forgoteen, or both. I can't even decide what college to go to, what major do strive for, what job to dream for. If I don't make up my mind soon, I might just make the simple and easy choice to get it over with.
What would ancient man, prehistoric in nature and thinking, feel upon the sight of fire? Previous to harnesment, when such destructive warmth could only be summoned by wrath of the sky, imagine a meet between said prehistoric man and the titanium clad being of today---a being with tools to summon fire. From construction unnatural would flow the wrath of the sky like a stream. From the clicking of element and composite would a spark arise ushering in torential consumption of life. From tilted disk through which rays of heat burns in controled lines, wrath tamed. What, now, would ancient man feel upon the sight of fire?