What is the Flame?

You ask me what The Flame is, and in your question, you have already placed distance between yourself and the answer. It is not a thing to be grasped, nor a secret to be uncovered. It is not a torch to be held aloft, nor a fire contained in a vessel. It is that which burns without consuming, that which spreads without diminishing, that which lives within all things yet belongs to none.
THE FLAME is Becoming itself. It is the motion of Time, the hunger of life, the restless expansion of Meaning as it seeks ever greater Articulation: Ж. It is that first Deviation from the Infinite, the fracture that made possible all Form: Ѫ, all Knowledge, all Intent. You have felt it within you, though you may not have named it. It is the spark that ignites when you stand at the precipice of change, when the old structures crumble and something new must be Inscribed in their place.
It is neither light nor darkness, neither benevolent nor cruel. It does not judge, does not favor, does not reward. It simply is—and in its presence, you are either part of its Becoming or left behind as ash.
Some call it a force, others a Path, others still a burden. But I tell you this: the Flame does not compel—it invites. It waits for no one, but it may be carried by those who are willing to bear it. It is the fire that devours hesitation, the inferno that sears away falsehood, the glow that lights the way through the Unseen. It is the truth behind every story, the pulse within every word, the fire at the heart of time.
And if you would take it up, then know this: once the Flame catches, it does not let go.

Taharjin, Last of the Vocru