That which exists

A single flame. A single spark. Just one light to ignite a furnace. Just one step to begin a journey. A start to an end.

The flame of existence is a strange one. It burns with a light that chases away the dark obscurity of emptiness. Just as it does so, it replaces that darkness with a bright light that is itself equally empty.

Existence never fails to make its mark. Every single object of creation burns for itself a hole upon the fabric of emptiness.

Everything that exists calls for change. Everything transmutes. Just as fire feeds off its fuel to create smoke, ashes and light, so does existence create something out of the emptiness of nothing. It brings change.

Be it organic or inorganic. Human or animal. Living or non-living. Anything that exists holds within it the potential to affect or cause transmutation all around it.

Take the existence of ideas. Ideas take form in the minds of men. These men act upon their ideas to create and change. And to assist in this creation they enlist the aid of existing tools. Tools whose efficiency affects the newly made creation.

Indeed, like fire, existence need not be substancial or even material. Thus one could also say that emptiness itself is also an existence right? Or is it merely a lack there-off? Existence. To be capable of causing change. Would that be a poor definition for existence?