Isn't the good news like fire? Isn't hearing it and believing in it a precious, wondrous, life-changing event? It's startling, confusing, exhilarating in the joy of first sight of something we've ever longed for. It gives heat never had, warmth never felt, makes everything taste better. Don't we dance to discover it, hoot and holler over its newness, its blazing, dangerous beauty?
Don't we want to light many more fires with it, touching torches and lanterns and taking them everywhere cold and dark? Don't we want to take this fire and immolate those frozen memorials to flameless promisers of fire? Don't we want to light up the world with this wonderful elemental stuff?