“Think of the firefly, beating its bright pulse. Think of the firefly smashed against a child’s arm because someone promised it would make his wrist glow and he wanted to keep the light forever. Think of the first love you ever destroyed because you’d never known anything like it before, like seeing your own heartbeat outside of yourself, a flickering, luminescent miracle - you wanted to crush it to your skin. Think of the luster inside you, that spark that blazed the first time you bared yourself to another human being, said: Call me brilliant as the sun, or ugly as a naked bulb, I am dangling before you so you might not stumble.”