Once upon a time a man had heard, that in a foreign place, far away, there was a holy flame burning. So he 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 traveled 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.
During his journey, a great 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, – 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.
