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by BoyScoutGirl » Sun Jun 04, 2017 12:44 pm
Every year the Lamplighters place broken/malfunctioning lanterns in the temple, often just before the temple is cordoned off. We place them with particular villagers in mind - each lantern commemorates loved ones lost or hardships faced and passed through.
As soon as the perimeter around the temple burn is released, several of us rush with long poles, heading to the locations where the lanterns were left. We wear protective clothing, up to and sometimes including full firefighter turnout gear. Even so, we don't always manage to recover every lantern placed - the fires are just too hot at first.
Almost every year, the less-well prepared lamplighters who brave those fires have arm hair singed off or shoe bottoms slightly melted. Recovering the lanterns from the temple burn is a serious pursuit, but those 3 or 4 who choose to do so do it because the lanterns are totally transformed by the fires.
The glass of the hurricane lanterns often melts, forming an organic, glassy pool around the charred metal. They're beat to hell but instantly recognizable to us: every year at the burn we work with, literally, about 1,000 of these lanterns. Every day we clean them, we fuel them, we haul them, we light them, we lift them to light the city. It gets to where you can sometimes recognize individual lanterns: "oh, that's the one with the busted cap," or "that's the one that I dropped from the spire last night - can't believe it still works after that fall!" or "I hate the silver lanterns, they're so finicky!"
It's the most broken, well-worn lanterns that are retired from service to burn in the temple, and they come out of that fire as unique pieces of art, forged by their lives of service in the lamplighting procession and by the fires of the temple. They are gifted to camp members to keep as momentos. Those lanterns never stop being art, they never stop meaning something.
The lanterns represent the lamplighters. "We see you had a crappy year," we say. "You lost your home or your parents or your health. Take this temple-burnt lantern as a symbol of our love and our support and our thank you for your service. Please know that you can come out through this transformed and still beautiful to us."
(Radical ritual indeed!)
When he lights his streetlamp, it is as if he brought one more star to life, or one flower.
When he puts out his lamp, he sends the flower, or the star, to sleep.
That is a beautiful occupation.
- Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry