The first time I listened to Spark I felt something strange inside of me. It was something visceral, something that came from my entrails, like a sock in the stomach. It was the first time that an artist really touched my heart, gave me the strength to hold on, the strength to feel the pain and live with it, to scream against the world, to let my tears drop down on my face. Without shame. Saying me that nothing is really done, that everything it's worth living. That, in 6:58, you know where your spark is.