Only one spark to light the room. Just one ember, flickering and illuminating what has been hidden. From that sparkle another and another until a glimmer no longer is a glimmer but a combustion. A spirit in forced confinement can no longer be extinguished for the bare sparkler in a darkened room burns brightly, burns readily, and upholds his honor divinely. Within the no-longer-atramentous space, it’s hardly possible to hide a thing.