Fire; rapid oxidation of a material in the exothermic chemical process of combustion, releasing heat, light, and various reaction products, she thought, looking at the fire blazing in the mantle. How could a single spark caused by friction of two stones have such a complicated definition?
She wondered how there were always two sides to a situation, just like a coin. Good or bad, tough or easy. There were always two impacts. How complicated situations we're and how more complicated did we make them? Did we even think before acting? And how stupidly did we act to escalate the situation to something far more troublesome?
And to begin with, a fire burning in the mantle escalated her thinking to this. A fire caused by rubbing a matchstick or with a click of a lighter. Wasn't life full of surprises?