Dispite all attempts to keep what was once a fire so vast and glorious a blaze, one that could not be compared to a center of the universe because even it, is but an atomic molicule in revnence. Dispite every attempt at fuleing, feeding, and maintaining existance. There lays a fear, one of lost hope and soul dismemberment.
A spark once burned not brite not dark not hot not cold, it was the spark that every living creature is born with. It has the most tremendous power, to grow and brighten even the deepest and darkest of places. The power to even influnce judgement and the basic most primal of all instincts. This spark burns in each and every soul of life, and is ignited before your very birth.
This spark found its way into into the very fiber of existance and was nurtured and cared into a flame, years pasted as it grew for its care takers into an everlasting eternial light of fire, and for years more it burned. Forever giving light and warmth to its care takers, no wind, nor cold could extinguish its power, no force would ever be great enough to extinguish the light and warmth that had already radiated from its very existance, a fire to burn for the rest of eturnity.
One day a spark shot from this fire, a measly littly red coal. It found its self nesseled in the comfort and company of another, the warmth and shred of light that they both radiated ignighted into a flame all its own. A flame of two seprate sparks that burned as one in the darkness, as this flame burned to protect its companion so did its companion to protect the other. It was a beautiful dance of light, and with in it was every shade of color possible to spread the light and show to every other its existance.
It danced and grew. It refused to let the wind and cold extinguish the other, because with out the other its existance would deminish to that but a coal again. So to a perfecly composed symphany, this flame danced and danced and danced. Growing larger and burning brighter with every gust of mind, cold breeze and freezing night. Untile it was vast fire, blazing and shining, makeing its self known to all. Showing that it had prevailed through all its trials, survived every fall, and grew through it all.
It was a magnificent, beautiful, astonishing piece of life. A fire that blazed so bright and vast it seemed to stand as a physical representation of eternity. Untile one day a cold wind blew and spaced the coals further from eachother, in an attempt to keep its light and warmth from dimishing they tried to burn just as bright as they ever had,
But with every passing moment they seemed to be farther from the other. As the fourth year had laid to its ending mark. The fire became harder to maintain. It seemed as the light was dimming and the warmth getting colder, the coal that had once shot out from an eternial fire begun to darken, and crack.
The question is, can a fire continue to burn if it cannot reach its element of streangth, or hold itself together when it seems to darken.
