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Before us, the fire was already shining. After us, it will not be extinguished. In us, it illuminates. May your inner fire keep you with power and help you with all its strength! This is the sincere wish of the two authors, from both converging points of view and from both complementary approaches.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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1<\/h1>\n

A Fire Story<\/h1>\n

Alain Aillet<\/p>\n

\nBefore man measured time, before he counted his days and named his fears, fire<\/a> already inhabited the surface of the Earth. He had neither dwelling nor purpose, he came from heaven in the thunder of lightning and from the heart of the world in the blood of the mountains.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nFree Innocence<\/h4>\n

He walked freely, without witness and without memory. The fire announced nothing, promised nothing, but transformed. And the Earth, touched by him, learned that all form is transient and that lasting is not to remain intact<\/a>.<\/p>\n

When the fire entered the forest, the trees cried out with their sap, the beasts fled and the night came day. But the fire did not remain, it passed away. And behind him the black earth became richer, the dormant seeds opened and life, more humble and stronger, returned.<\/p>\n

Thus the Earth knew that destruction is not always an enemy, and that what consumes can also prepare. Man, seeing this, was initially afraid<\/a>. Because the fire looked too much like him: unstable, voracious, luminous, capable of warming and capable of killing.<\/p>\n

He fled the fire like one flees a mirror. But the cold, the night, and hunger brought him back to himself. Then the man approached, his hands trembling and his gaze lowered. He did not know if he was coming to meet a god or a beast without a master. The fire accepted the man, but without submitting.<\/p>\n

He let himself go, but demanded to be fed. He offered his warmth<\/a>, but claimed vigilance. And the fire told man, without mouth and without tongue:<\/p>\n

I am not your good.<\/em><\/strong><\/span>
\nI am not your enemy.<\/em><\/strong><\/span>
\nI am what lives from what you give<\/em><\/strong><\/span>
\nand who dies of what you forget.<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Sweet Home<\/h4>\n

Thus began the fragile alliance between the flame and the hand. Thanks to the fire, the night lost its empire. The raw flesh became food, the stone split, the metal bent and the circle of men tightened. But even greater was what the fire made in the silence. It invited the bodies to come closer, and the words to be born.<\/p>\n

The man was no longer alone in the face of the immense world. Around the fire, the elders spoke and the children listened. The dead were named, the absent were mourned, and promises were whispered in the dance of flames.<\/p>\n

Then the fire received a new name: it was called home. For it became the invisible center where lives are tied up and solitudes dissolve. As long as the fire burned in the middle of the circle, the outside world could well be cruel.<\/p>\n

The wind howled, the beasts prowled, and the night stretched its shadows. But man knew: as long as the flame lived, something resisted. Fire did not protect from misfortune, but it prevented despair from reigning alone.<\/p>\n

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Lose and Be Reborn<\/h4>\n

Over time, man wanted more numerous and more powerful fires. He forged, he built, he illuminated the darkness as if he wanted to abolish it. And the fire, multiplied, ceased to be looked upon. Because what one believes to master, one stops honoring<\/span>.<\/p>\n

Then the fire was forgotten in its nature. He was no longer watched over, nor listened to anymore, but he was asked to obey without offering a presence. And the fire, deprived of sight, became wandering again. He found forests too full, lands too dry, and works too certain to last. Then he entered. The men called it catastrophe, while the Earth called it correction.<\/p>\n

Because the fire did not come out of hatred, but from imbalance. What had not burned for too long could no longer breathe. And what refused the end prevented the beginning. When the flames died out, the men saw the void and thought they had lost everything. But the Earth looked at the ashes and read a promise in them. For the ashes are not death, they are the dissolved memory of what was. And in this black silence, life was already preparing its return. Some seeds only obey fire. They sleep in hardness until the burn calls them.<\/p>\n

So it is also with man. There are truths that open only after the test, and rebirths that require passage through loss.<\/p>\n

There are three things that cannot stay hidden for long: the sun, the moon and the truth.<\/p>