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The very first thing I remember in my early childhood is a flame, a blue flame jumping off a gas stove somebody lit… I remember being shocked by the whoosh of the blue flame jumping off the burner, the suddenness of it… I saw that flame and felt that hotness of it close to my face. I felt fear, real fear, for the first time in my life. But I remember it also like some kind of adventure, some kind of weird joy, too. I guess that experience took me someplace in my head I hadn’t been before… The fear I had was almost like an invitation, a challenge to go forward into something I knew nothing about. That’s where I think my personal philosophy of life and my commitment to everything I believe in started… In my mind I have always believed and thought since then that my motion had to be forward, away from the heat of that flame.
