"I understood that the world was nothing: a mechanical chaos of casual, brute enmity on which we stupidly impose our hopes and fears."
Anglo-Saxon Riddle
The sky candle may spoil your spaghetti,
The bane of wood may burn your bacon,
While I heat your food perfect,
With the push of a button,
Yet constant cooking may cause cancer,
I am the ultimate house-hold machine.
