No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
As your Wall of Fire fades, you survey the damage. Piled up around your legs and trailing behind you through the sewers are the charred bodies of some 3,000 rats. The stench is burnt rat flesh is overpowering. Congratulations.