Its like coming upon a felled tree one moment, some time later a few rocks gathered together in a small clearing, and calling them all a fire. The time between them seems to matter very little to some. When we walk through the forest, do we fall upon fire? We breathe fire into things we have gathered and put together. Is it possible we have given breath to these beliefs in truths? Things whose cause remains still, elusive to even the most clever of minds.