They met before Anesh. And they played at many games. At His temple, in His honor.
Bear fight tiger! Bagh-Bhaluk juj!
Elephant fight crocodile!
Haati-Ghorial juj!
Egg fight egg! Koni-Koni Juj!
Fuj!
But from over the mountains they could hear a song on the wings of winds. And they pondered. Was this violence right? Would He be content with merely song and dance?
The shaman calls, Tuva calls
They set afoot towards the winds of the Northern steppe.
Krymská Trees, as seen in autumn (Google Street View)
In the street of Krymská, in the town of Bömische Karlsbad two boys were once born. Given traditional names Josef and Jacob, most knew them just as Ice and Fire. The brothers were close during their childhood years, but the life would soon pull them towards different paths.
Ice, man of spirit.
Josef Becher is the most known of the two, being a famous man of spirit. His spirit and factory lives to this day, and an alcoholic liqueur has been made to tribute the two brothers.
Fire, wanderer and seeker.
Jacob, however, is a mystery to most. He spent his adult life wandering the long winters of the world, seeking answers, singing songs, conversing with crows. His interpretation of “Folanés Folly” is known by many, but fewer know of his own Follies.
A man who spent the majority of his life walking in circles in the worlds mysteries, Jacob was both confused and wise. On the Asian steppes, he followed the trail laid down by the great Khans, he sung from his throat with the Tuvan masters and he visited Jurii far north. His presence warmed those around him, just as it did in his fiery youth.
Towards the end, Jacob turned to song and poetic poetry. He sang the songs of his homeland, lands he had traveled and lands of myth and legend. He sang of life and death, hope and happiness, despair and suicide. Yet the love for his brother and his spirit was always central, in those songs of brothers two, of Ice and of Fire…