The Fire That Was Brought — The Vedic Prometheus, and the One Flame Behind All Fires
Before dawn, before the first mantra, before anything else can happen, a priest kneels over two pale sticks of wood. One lies flat; the other he sets upright into a notch and begins to spin between his palms, fast, then faster, the way his teacher's teacher did. For a long time nothing comes but warmth and the smell of scorching.…
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