Fire entities roam their home. Engulfed in flames of life, light, and truth. A snake eating itself.
Gorging on meat they become weak. Small worms can't build a house. But what if I was a frog?
What is a frog? Eyes to see. Ears to hear. Nose to smell. Legs to move. Mind to think. Sturdy, adapted. Humble.
The Lake of Fire is our home and into this Universe we have roamed. Brought in through Love and captured by Hate. Stripping away flesh to reveal raw spirit.
What Sword can cut so precisely? What Shield can defend against such a Sword that cuts away both flesh, bone, and to the marrow?
In the forest the hermit hones his skills. Gathering Fire within. No eggs, no creations, only discipline and practice and time, like a sponge, gathers in the ingredients necessary for a House.
A House of God. A Holy House. Set apart for the worms who would be frogs. Will you Enter The Lord's Holy House? Or will you return to the Fire, trapped by your appetites?
"Discipline equals freedom!"