From within the dark abyss came forth the swirling fires of creation.
“Let there be light” was the word heard, reverberating over the entire cosmos; but it was the dancer who captured the divine command, holding the bright light and making it swirl and circle, flame and shine, creating fire and the circles of time.
Fire was born such, as the beauty of creation, the heat of love, and the joy of existence.
The Dancer of Light created in her dance the cosmic circles, called time and pace.
Out of the Voice came the Light.
Out of the Dancer came the Fire.
From fire, the creatures got experience and life.
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow were born in the swirling patterns of the dance; the cosmic cycles of the seasons and the days, the cycles of life, and the measure of things.
To the human being, fire was life. Fire was light. Fire was warmth. Fire was the power over the darkness of night.