What profit has a man, though he has lived his life and has but trinkets of his past to look at. He has a fire inside, and the flame grows mightier every day. He feels within his spirit a calling to stop and listen. The earth overtakes all he had in this world. To stop and listen means to be run over and taken from. Your own brother, he steals from you. Your friends seek not your wisdom and understanding, but would rather take from you. The fire is growing mightier, though you keep it hidden within. May it be the fire within that gives man his worth? What fuels the fires inside man?