The people of the world are limbs from one body,
sharing one essence.
When a single limb is oppressed,
all the others suffer agony.
~ Sa'adi of Shiraz
"Okay–what are the other kinds of fire?" my father asks as he adds a stick to the fire at his feet… "There’s a fire you must tend to every day. The hardest one to take care of is the one right here" he says, tapping his finger against his chest. "Your own fire, your spirit. We all carry a piece of that sacred fire within us. We have to honor it and care for it. You are the firekeeper."