In the Greek tale of creation, a Titan (Greek god) by the name of Epimetheus is given the task of creating living creatures. He screws the job up by giving all the good DNA and survival mechanisms to the animals. When it came time to creating man he had nothing left but soft skin and weak limbs.

Desperate, he calls upon his brother Prometheus (which means forethought) to help him out. Prometheus decides to give humans the ability to walk upright and be able to see far away into the distance (like gods). Prometheus then flies to heaven, steals fire from the sun and gives it to mankind.

The reigning God Zeus (a.k.a. Big Poppa) was not happy and orders Prometheus tied to a rock for his crimes. This is the story, from a mythological perspective, of how man got fire, and was able to step out of the age of darkness and into the light of modernity.

When I first heard this story of Prometheus bound, I could only feel sorry for the Titan himself who wanted to help mankind by giving him fire. The fire to me represents not only light and heat, it represents