With nothing real I looked ahead, staring into his cold emotionless face. As halucinogenic swatches of color danced in my vision the fire seemed to engulf him, though his clothes were not burned nor his hair singed. Finaly he spoke, 'It is faith that keeps me from being burned. Though the physical is what we percieve, faith in the power that is absolute is the only thing that is real.' And the fire was extinguished.