He juggles fire with delight. Watching the wary eyes around him, the whispers, and the wondering stares of what he might do next. He delights in walking on the line, solidly, so that his foot encompasses it and makes it invisible. Without a line life is easy, without a line one is allowed to stumble along. He tosses them left and right, the verbal outrage is drowned by the literary commentary of his actions. It is plastered on the headlines, spoken of on the radio, and still they speculate. The problem is they saw the flash, but the bang is still to come.