When I turn on my gas fireplace, my cat comes to sit in front of it to share in the warmth. She has no idea where the gas comes from, all the pipes and pumps, the global political machinations, the physics of gas dynamics, the ignitor that makes such a comforting click and rush of the flames. But she doesn't care.
And when I extinguish the flames, she leaves.
Without regret.
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