'how many sparks of fire from flint and steel have flown / how many hearts like tinder, make those sparks their own. / but in the dark some thief his finger presses there / and every train puts out that has been lighted here. / extinguished if those sparks were not, a flame would rise / a burning light be kindled, flashing beyond the skies / a thousand snares are laid to catch our tripping feet / but lord, if thou will guide us, lead us on our way / no thief can steal our piece of mind, our light of day' - rumi