Here’s how I imagine our brains think about it:
Ooooh pretty light
Oh no, light is too hot
But outside is cold, so hot good
And light is very pretty
I will make tiny home for light and give it dead trees
Because hot light needs to eat, and doesn’t eat me, so it must be vegetarian
I want to pet hot light, but it bites me
So I stare at it
Prettyyyyy
(Yeah, I’m not too sure why I wrote that either)