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"Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. Heat is required to forge anything. Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart." -Arnold H. Glasgow

Long ago when the first humans were still close to and remained nearer their tree-dwelling cousins and weren't as far removed from them, Oog the ancestor wanted a mate but couldn't find one. It wasn't just for pleasure that Oog yearned. From some deeper need they longed for union with another. But there were no mates.

Oog sat down on the ground and felt the pain of loneliness. They tried to physically satisfy themselves but found no satisfaction that they alone could provide, no matter the attempt. Oog slumped as if wounded, disconsolate but still erect with a stick in their hand and started rubbing it between their palms on the ground. There was no reason for Oog to do this. But they continued, faster and on and on and on until they were astonished and terrified at the sight of what came. For Oog had rubbed the stick into a cinder!

Perhaps Oog then found a mate after this time. Perhaps they never lived to share his secret. But Oog or someone exactly like them told their tribe and today we have the technology of fire because of the conditions that gave rise to it. That spark inside of Oog that created fire has been studied in the days since and has given various names, and we today share this spark of Oog inside of us.

It is a force that defies labels like creative or destructive. It eludes notions of good and evil. What it produces may warm your hearth and it can simultaneously burn your house down. It is not love in a conditioned or cool sense: It is Eros -- its orgin common to the brightest dreams and most terrifying nightmares humanity has ever yet and will ever encounter. But if in your lives you use fire, or if you use something else superior to fire, remember the days before men invented it, and Oog. Because even the most commonplace trivial thing that we take for granted today, once was so new that it had not even been written down.

Tradition is not the worship of ashes but the preservation of fire. We are all Oog's descendents because their invention remains as our heritage to this day.