At night, a crowd gathered in a dark field searching for light. In the distance, two fires burned. The first fire roared high, sparks rushing into the sky. It dazzled the eyes and drew a great crowd. But when they sat by it, the cold still clung to their bones. It devoured wood quickly, and when the fuel was gone, it collapsed into ash.
The second fire burned lower, steady and clear. At first, it seemed smaller, less impressive. Yet its heat sank deep, warming those who sat near. Its coals held, its flame endured. The longer it burned, the stronger it grew.
The people stood between the two fires, uncertain. One dazzled but left them cold. The other drew them close, filled them with warmth, and gave them life.
Each had to choose: the flame that consumed, or the flame that endured.