Source of light, source of heat, source of power and misery in reality and myth. I can feel you burn so close to me, like Prometheus, friend of man, must have once felt the beak of that cruel eagle which tortured his liver day after day.
I feel you, like the caveman, discovering for the first time that necessary comfort to call his cave a home. I can see you rise, making shadows on a moonless night with a backdrop of forests and animals, overlooking tribal dances and worship. I can see you destroy dreams, castles, cities.
You have the power to burn ideas, to bring civilizations to their rise and demise, to erase history…to make it. You warm families and forge the weapons which will later destroy them.
Fire, all-purifying one, without you we would be nothing, but are we really anything?
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