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which filled the sky with many soaring tongues

on their unceasing conflict all life depends

Created on 2006-08-20 22:58:14 (#10957605), last updated 2007-09-18

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Name:	Fire

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"And with what are these on fire?

"With the fire of passion, say I, with the fire of hatred, with the fire of infatuation; with birth, old age, death, sorrow, lamentation, misery, grief, and despair are they on fire.

"The ear is on fire; sounds are on fire; . . . the nose is on fire; odors are on fire; . . . the tongue is on fire; tastes are on fire; . . . the body is on fire; things tangible are on fire; . . . the mind is on fire; ideas are on fire; . . . mind-consciousness is on fire; impressions received by the mind are on fire; and whatever sensation, pleasant, unpleasant, or indifferent, originates in dependence on impressions received by the mind, that also is on fire.

"And with what are these on fire?

"With the fire of passion, say I, with the fire of hatred, with the fire of infatuation; with birth, old age, death, sorrow, lamentation, misery, grief, and despair are they on fire."

-The Fire Sermon (Buddhist philosophy)

***
Then one day--
Or is it right to say 'one day'?--
The River Time desired Nothingness
Like a flesh-and-blood male beast
Desires his female partner.
And as a result of this strangest mating
Of Time and Nothingness,
A most tiny nigh invisible spark
Of living Fire was born.

This tiny, so tiny spark of Fire could think
And grew conscious of its lonely state;
No one nor nothing could hear its cries
In the lonely depths of Utter Nothingness--
Like a forlorn babe,
Lost and in despair,
In a cold dark forest.

* * *

There was nothing for the spark to feed upon and grow
So it fed upon itself
And grew in size until at last its mother Nothingness
Became aware of its unwelcome presence
And decided to destroy it.

Nothingness at first had tried
To smother it in Darkness which is
The enemy of Light,
But the spark resisted brighter- and became yet brighter.
Then Nothingness cast a spell of cold upon the spark;
Cold- a deadly foe of heat,
But this induced the spark to grow
Only hotter and yet more hot.

The Living Spark did grow, and grew until
At last it equalled Nothingness in size,
And to sustain itself, proceed with growth,
It devvour'd its mother, Nothingness--
And digested her
With the most awful flash of light
That anyone or anything had ever chanced to see.
'I am what I am,' it boasted.

But River Time was very cross with what the spark had done
And quickly sent the Spirit Cold to fight the spark outright.
A mighty battle soon ensued, in which the spark,
Now a universal roaring Flame
Which filled the sky with many soaring tongues,
Tried to melt the Cold's Spirit and devour it complete,
While Cold its icy Spirit blew,
Its cold wet breath into the Flame;
But it only turned a portion of the Flame
Into cold white ash.

And this ferocious battle, which started so long ago,
Today still rages unabating, and shall yet proceed
Till Time shall cease to flow.
And the Wise Men of the tribes relate
That if the Flame one day shall win,
All that exist shall perish
In one consuming Fire,
While if victory goes to the Spirit of Cold
All living things shall freeze to death!

May the Great Spirit who is Lord Almighty
And Paramount Chief of all
Grant that neither Flame nor Cold
Shall ever win ther War,
Because whosoever beats the other--
The sun, the moon, the earth and stars
And all that live shall cease to be!
May both antagonists fight forth for everlasting Time,
Because on their unceasing conflict
All Life depends.

-excerpt from Indaba, My Children
Vasamazulu Credo Mutwa

Fire is...well, special's probably the best word. She's the personification of fire hanging around in a mortal body, doing whatever happens to arract her fancy at the time, lighting fires and overseeing the cycle of life and death, winter and summer, the usual.

...well. her usual, anyhow.

She's spoiled, and very used to getting her own way. The only thing she's halfway afraid of is her brother, and even that isn't really bothering her anymore. She's got a bad temper. She's vain. She's a bit idiotic, sometimes.

But hey, all that aside? She's a nice person.

Well.

She's okay.

(Luggage/Inventory: Backpack with a sweatshirt, sweatpants, change of underthings, basic toiletries, trashy romance novel, and an empty water bottle. She carries a lighter wherever she goes, no matter what.)

Fire is from various storys/poems/ideas, and is the property of no one in particular/society in general. She appears here solely for the purpose of role-playing in Milliways Bar and various other RPGs, from which no profit whatsoever is being made.

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arson, beauty, firey deaths, flame, pleasure, pyromania

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