Children are like little beacons. Their parents create the miniature vessels within which are ignited tiny, delicate flames, and those tenuous fires are tended until such time as the flame can sustain itself under all but the most extreme conditions.
Importance...the light itself. This is the important thing. That the lights be made strong. We forget and sometimes are disappointed in the vessels that harbor the light. These beautiful lights sustain us as we sustain our creator. They sustain others as well. Perhaps the vessels lacked perfection or even functional fortitude. The fuel feeding it determines its vigor and texture of its heat.
When we cannot journey ourselves any longer, we can sit quietly on shore and watch the lights we set forth continue their journey. We are happy.
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