Bright. Bold. A beacon. It may waver in the wind, but never goes out. Held in a firm grip. Held high. It reveals all in the dark. Shadowy shapes play at the edges of its field, but never come closer. All are safe beneath its light. All know what is ahead beside its gaze. But do not look to closely, for those who gaze into the fire for too long will see light where there is not.