Why did it take so long to notice the firemen? Perhaps because they came when no one called, but acted as though they belonged. Burning from the tops of their heads to the soles of their feet, the firemen entered our lives without permission.
Everything they touched burned. Wood, plastic, flesh—all served as fuel. Everything touched came crashing down—sacrificed to the great God FIRE. All except the firemen.
The firemen burned on and on, but never crumbled. The footprints they left behind flared up, but left no ashes. We see them now, but it doesn’t stop the burning.