Embers Uncounted
We have all seen it, the spark that flies. Metal heats, and is struck sending those sparks careening into darkness. Those sparks go uncounted, their pathway ignored by their makers. Many embers fall simply to die on the cold floor, however some have greater destiny.
Perhaps a spark lands rolling under forge and out of sight. There it ignites the dust like tinder, to smolder and smoke. When the bellows blow, will this ember cause the fire that ignites an entire block? Embers burn hot, their light dull but visible in the dark shadows, that heat could change the course of events. One such ember may fall into the pathway of the rat in the corner and change its direction. That little rodent may encounter a beautiful young woman who falls shrieking into your arms.
Do we thank the maker for the embers that fall, or shall we spit his name with venom, and gnash our canine teeth towards him. The embers go uncounted by the maker; it is up to us to tell their tales.
(The preceding is to serve as a welcome of sorts. The maker within it is simply the creator. We are the embers telling the tales. All are welcome within this folder. Enter with my blessing and tell us of your ember's path.)
We have all seen it, the spark that flies. Metal heats, and is struck sending those sparks careening into darkness. Those sparks go uncounted, their pathway ignored by their makers. Many embers fall simply to die on the cold floor, however some have greater destiny.
Perhaps a spark lands rolling under forge and out of sight. There it ignites the dust like tinder, to smolder and smoke. When the bellows blow, will this ember cause the fire that ignites an entire block? Embers burn hot, their light dull but visible in the dark shadows, that heat could change the course of events. One such ember may fall into the pathway of the rat in the corner and change its direction. That little rodent may encounter a beautiful young woman who falls shrieking into your arms.
Do we thank the maker for the embers that fall, or shall we spit his name with venom, and gnash our canine teeth towards him. The embers go uncounted by the maker; it is up to us to tell their tales.
(The preceding is to serve as a welcome of sorts. The maker within it is simply the creator. We are the embers telling the tales. All are welcome within this folder. Enter with my blessing and tell us of your ember's path.)