The Order of Warmth & Light
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You were born a minuscule, glowing ember. A searing, pulsing spark that could have been snuffed out of perception with unconscionable swiftness by so much as an untimely gust of wind. However, other circumstances exist, which lend themselves to your birthright of illuminating the cosmos.
Proper fuel can provide smokeless, marrow-deep satisfaction. Improper fuel makes for noxious, choking plumes of regret. An untimely nudge can bring down a towering blaze. A well-placed log can showcase the ethereal. These are the great mysteries revealed only through blistered skin, smoldering ash, and continued attempts. Blinding resplendence, or merciless catastrophe.
The nature of fire is to reduce, to cleanse. To simplify. Supremely dangerous when left unattended. Entrancing when cared for and appreciated. The redolent, lung-pillowing coalescence of smoke, order, and eternity. The eyebrow raising, cinder-rocketing snap of exploding pitch and chaos. We see everything in the ballet of flames. It is the crystalline sphere, it is time travel. Visions of lost loves and found dreams. I challenge humanity to provide another instance in which strangers and friends alike may gather in silence, and be utterly content. We are all of the flame. To build a fire, is to build a life. Make it a good one.
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You were born a minuscule, glowing ember. A searing, pulsing spark that could have been snuffed out of perception with unconscionable swiftness by so much as an untimely gust of wind. However, other circumstances exist, which lend themselves to your birthright of illuminating the cosmos.
Proper fuel can provide smokeless, marrow-deep satisfaction. Improper fuel makes for noxious, choking plumes of regret. An untimely nudge can bring down a towering blaze. A well-placed log can showcase the ethereal. These are the great mysteries revealed only through blistered skin, smoldering ash, and continued attempts. Blinding resplendence, or merciless catastrophe.
The nature of fire is to reduce, to cleanse. To simplify. Supremely dangerous when left unattended. Entrancing when cared for and appreciated. The redolent, lung-pillowing coalescence of smoke, order, and eternity. The eyebrow raising, cinder-rocketing snap of exploding pitch and chaos. We see everything in the ballet of flames. It is the crystalline sphere, it is time travel. Visions of lost loves and found dreams. I challenge humanity to provide another instance in which strangers and friends alike may gather in silence, and be utterly content. We are all of the flame. To build a fire, is to build a life. Make it a good one.
You were born a minuscule, glowing ember. A searing, pulsing spark that could have been snuffed out of perception with unconscionable swiftness by so much as an untimely gust of wind. However, other circumstances exist, which lend themselves to your birthright of illuminating the cosmos.
Proper fuel can provide smokeless, marrow-deep satisfaction. Improper fuel makes for noxious, choking plumes of regret. An untimely nudge can bring down a towering blaze. A well-placed log can showcase the ethereal. These are the great mysteries revealed only through blistered skin, smoldering ash, and continued attempts. Blinding resplendence, or merciless catastrophe.
The nature of fire is to reduce, to cleanse. To simplify. Supremely dangerous when left unattended. Entrancing when cared for and appreciated. The redolent, lung-pillowing coalescence of smoke, order, and eternity. The eyebrow raising, cinder-rocketing snap of exploding pitch and chaos. We see everything in the ballet of flames. It is the crystalline sphere, it is time travel. Visions of lost loves and found dreams. I challenge humanity to provide another instance in which strangers and friends alike may gather in silence, and be utterly content. We are all of the flame. To build a fire, is to build a life. Make it a good one.