He stares at the flame, hypnotized by it. Silence fills the room for what seems
like an eternity as he smiles. The warmth from the flame seems to bring him great joy;
he brings it closer to his face. His eyes fill with life, and for a moment he appears
almost youthful. Sporadic instances of pulsing nostalgia and deep thought derived from
deeper emotions make up the flame which makes up the jester.
The jester is the fire inside of you,
and sometimes the fire gets too hot.
He stares until the flame goes out.
oh...I guess the lighter fluid has finished up. I bet if I hit this with something the last few drops would explode