Like a fire, all faith needs tending, and so this piece of our spiritual hearth was left unstoked, untended, and has since gone cold. And we have forgotten its warmth. We have been made to forget. In the beginning— But still it is in our power to remember. It is yet in our hands to rekindle the flames of Magic from the half-forgotten ashes in our hearth. For somewhere, in among the coals, an ember smolders, waiting only for a breath, a bit of straw.
