An arsonist, by nature, leaves. Because their job and passion is starting fires. Arsonists are interested in ashes billowing from conflagration. And then they’re off. Burning buildings and hearts, alike.
And in the smouldering wake of that manic Nietzschean fire starter, is the Nietzschean protector of horses, weeping for mercy and kindness. Tumbling into the ash and dust.
In the blackest night, it is easy to see the work of an arsonist. It is much harder to watch those who work in burnt churches. One must wait until dawn.
