Once upon a time a man had heard, that in a
foreign place, far away, there was a holy flame burning. So he got up
and left his home to find the holy flame and bring some of its light
back home to his house. He thought: 'When I have this light, then I
will have happiness and life and all the people I love will have it
too.'
He travelled far, far away and finally found the holy
flame, with which he lit his light. On his way back he had only one
worry: 'That his light could go out.'
On his way home he met
someone who was freezing and didn't have any fire and who begged him to
give him some of his fire. The man with the light hesitated for a
moment. Wasn't his light too precious, too holy to be given away for
something ordinary like that? Despite these doubts, he decided to give
some of his light to the one who was freezing in the darkness.
The
man continued his journey home and when he had almost reached his house
a terrible thunderstorm started. He tried to protect his light from the
rain and the storm, but at the end his light went out.
To return
the long way back to the place where the holy flame was burning was
impossible, he wouldn't have had enough strength to go back this far -
but he was strong enough to return to the human being whom he had helped
on his way home.
.........and with his light he could light his own again.
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