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.
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