Embodiment of Prometheus~ by Willow Rose
All creatures share earth, water, and air; but fire was a gift to humans alone. Smoking cigarettes is as intimate as we can become with fire without immediate excruciation. Every smoker is an embodiment of Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and bringing it on back home. We smoke to capture the power of the sun, to pacify Hell, to identify with the primordial spark, to feed on the arrow of the volcano. It is not the tobacco we are after, it is the fire. When we smoke we are performing a version of the fire dance, a ritual as ancient as lightning. Our ancestors passed the peace pipe and painted their bodies before the hunt, the battle, the burial. We continue honoring the sacrifice of Prometheus and honor our ancestors each time we hold that flame…the spark of life, of energy, of that which separates us from the lower animals and makes us human. Human and yet….always retaining our fascination with the flame.
©Willow Rose, 2011