There are times when the craving for new knowledge is so consumptive, the mixed metaphor of forbidden fruit emerges freshly baked from the oven. A book on the nightstand, its tale of history from the beginning of time statically charged on glossy paper with The Answer™.
Will lit the small trail of paper out of the wood burning stove and walked away like it was a firecracker on the fourth. If he’d engineered the wood and walnuts inside just so, the heat would slowly unwind itself into the the whole house. He mentioned, off-handedly, that it was Franklin’s stove, and in the same conversation he mentioned that the highlight of his life was climbing up into the Discovery to measure the the tension on two tiny explosive bolts holding the fuel lines together, until they were no longer needed. As the cast iron held the heat together with the room.