To me, it seems the challenge is not to see how many witty, cutting comments you can make at the expense of an obvious, easy target, but how much you can learn about yourself in the face of so much trial and uproar. Can you find, recognize, and understand your own gift, and then let it freely roam this world as the wild, beautiful thing it really is? Whatever your dream, whatever your talent, whatever your work — if it is twisted or caged by a desire to be credited and known, then, like an eagle tethered to a post, your gift cannot grow and be fully formed. Rather, it will gnaw and gnaw, and die before it’s flown. And if you ask me, What about this fire? How can I put it out? I will answer, Are you wood, or water? Wind, or smoke?