A
fire lit outdoors, normally ignited after countless
matches,
newspapers,
obscenities, and, finally,
coleman fuel, which is normally surrounded by a group of people either
telling stories or
singing.
There really is something magical about a campfire. Normally inattentive groups of people can be transfixed for hours by a single flickering light when they would probably lose interest in a television show after five minutes. This is one of the many things that restore my faith in humanity.
A fire builds the most primitive form of community - people who have found light in the darkness around them. Isn't that what all communities are based on?