Stealing fire. Many versions of the raven as a trickster who steals from another bird, a gull. Here is the Haida narrative. Prometheus also steals fire from Zeus to deliver to humans and he suffers the terrible punishment, chained to a rock where a eagle tears out his liver every day. Every day it regenerates so he can suffer the pain again.
Is stealing fire a human plagiarism of the divine, a form of intellectual theft?
I've been thinking about the moral courage and crazy vision of activists and militant peacemakers. Mystic, shamman, prophet, magical Marxist, revolutionary spirituality, it has many names.
Been drinking at the trough of David Tracy in the last months. Check this site. He talks of "limit situations" in which we are drawn to express our religious experience. But these limit situations don't ask permission. They take us across the abyss, to the edges of other limits. You steal fire, you singe feathers.
A quick act to steal, but a long time to learn how to use the fire.