The Holy Fire

by Guthred the Wise

The secrets of the Fire Lord have been taught to humanity so that we can absorb their great wisdom, and pass it on to our forebears, in the hope that their lives will be more enlightened than the ones in which our revered ancestors wallowed in, stumbling through the darkness, lost in the Land, the domain of the Dark God.

All that is physical, our ancient people had learned, is but a shell of our true nature. There is, as we all know, something more to humanity than there are to other lesser species - it is this something more than can allow the village idiot to conjure chickens from empty air, without having had any clue as to how he had done it. Our bodies, forever important to us, are nothing more than vehicles which we inhabit. Inside all of us is the spirit - the spark, drawn from the Holy Fire itself whose under protection we all lay.

The bodily impulses are weak. Our minds can be weak, for they are dictated by that which we feel - our body being touched by a feather, or our eyes struggling to adjust peering into a cave. Our body, filled with blood, and made from flesh, as are many things in our world, such as the very earth itself, is thus logically drawn from the Land. The realm of darkness. It is for this reason that we understand death. For why there is hunger. For why we weep, and know pain and destruction.

Yet it does not have to be like that. Above us are the great Heavens, where the Fire Lord and his angels watch over us. If you peek into the sun, you will see. For it is him. Meet his gaze for too long, and your eyes shall be scorched, for there is nothing greater than him, and thus we cannot truly know him as he would want us to. We cannot begin to understand his true form. But he is always there. Watching us.

But we try to do so in our ways, for we know it is he who lights our paths, and grants us the fire we require to cook our daily meals, without which we would starve. The day and its warmth is the greatest gift humanity has received ever since its conception on the Land, for though we are forever trapped by the Dark God, and cursed to roam his realm and his realm only for eternity, we are nonetheless blessed by the warmth of our great Lord, to be able to thrive wherever we may go.

The scholar might ask about the true nature of the Holy Fire. It is simple. It is that which animates. Everything is the Holy Fire. You will ponder this, and if you are to be a great person, then you will understand. The nature of life is the true nature of the Holy Fire. The Dark God himself, as the scholar might know, was drawn from the very same flame. When we aspire to the Heavens, then we are simply seeking to regain our position within the Holy Fire. But within it. Not from outside.