There was a deep philosophical discussion about the meaning of burning the man. Is it a slam at authority in all its forms, or it is symbolic of a new beginning, or of putting the past in its proper place, the past. For me, burning the man touched my soul. I was the man, setting myself on fire, standing with my arms up to the sky, calling my life to come fully awake, fully alike, on fire in this moment. With life so short and confusing, there is something very compelling about lighting oneself up with living. Burn me up in the flames of life. Burn me at the stake. Let me feel life to the fullest. Burn, baby, burn.