Most people think that they’re are there to conform. While a few others know that life is all about confrontations.

I take it, though,…given the utter lack of change in your demeanor and nearly radiating I-just-slaughtered-a -bunch-of-infant-forest-animals guilt coming from your general direction…the exchange with your female friend went something a trifle short of fantastic.

If you couldn’t sense heat, you’d not be alive. And if that heat never grew uncomfortable, you would never move. And if you were stagnant—unchallenged by unpredictable flares—you would never grow capable of shielding yourself...