Fire seems to have a spirit of its own, a life to it. It will hold your gaze longer than you intend, forcing you to stare into its shifting shapes. Before you even realize it, the fire stares right back, reaching through its own reflection on the glass of your pupils into your mind. It is there the uncontained flame will burn through the forests of your thoughts. In doing so, memories, innovations, and a labyrinth of the philosophical become illuminated within.
Fire is an element of perpetual paradox. It is salvation out in the loneliest of places. When the chill of night threatens, it can be the only thing that keeps you from freezing. Hands, so sore from the cold that they become stiff, find movement in its embrace. Its ferocity can fend off the most determined of predators. Yet all that can be turned. Fire is pure destruction. It cannot be bound or held back. The flames that once soothed can leap out and burn until nothing is left. What once brought a distracting thought, so deep the world was pushed away, now will consume that world. A savior and a tyrant.
Fire's duality is so remarkable that only God can use it to its full potential. It is a cleansing source of purification. Through its tenacity it is described as the element that makes us holy. A refiners fire that eliminates sin itself. Through it, a sinner can become something so much more. Yet it is used as a destruction fit for the most detestable. Corrupt cities brought low before the holiness of God by a force none could withstand. A power that would consume the world. And yet again, through that fire, the world would be made new, as a forest reborn from the ashes. It is the actuality of pain in purification.
Was I being purified or destroyed? Perhaps there is no difference.
-Christopher La Porte
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