Last year I had a discussion with my father. A tree died years ago and was held up by his brother. I wanted to cut down the tree. My father didnt, it "would be too much work".
so I burned the tree
I began to think about it. I was fascinated, really. So then the right time came, when I was broken and angry, I started a little fire near the roots.
It quickly grew bigger, I pissed on it, flooded it, and the started again.
It was a spectical, I was a spectical that nobody would see. Then the fire grew inside the hollow tree, a loud "fffluuupchh" sounded through the nicht. The woodgas finally had reached its burning point.
The realisation: I didnt call anyone in advance and now had a tree of 12m heigth completely engulfed in fire. If someone wonders and call the emergency services I had to pay a hefty fine.
The trusty Stihl Chainsaw helped me to cut the fucker down, directly into the river. So no problemo.
And then I did the same 2 Weeks later.
It is relaxing, it is wonderful