All life is animated by a spark. This spark is the Soul, the medium that allows Life to grow. When it touches the air, the Soul burns like a fire but is not hot like fire. It is warm, and cannot be touched. This Fire was said to have been seized from the Gods by Prometheus, a Titan who once sided with the Gods. Who then betrayed the Gods by granting it, or alternatively returning it back to the Humans.
With this ‘Fire’, came consciousness, the ability to perceive the world around oneself, to interact with the world and to understand the need to survive. With all that life has to offer, being ill fated or prosperous. Coupled with language barriers among all that live, encouraging a kind of ‘Chaos’ to naturally exist, a lack of empathy to encourage survival.
Only Man needed the Fire to be given to him. Everything else already had the Fire, made peace with the world and lived in unison. Chaos and all. Man coming unto himself later on causes Man to be infinitely more chaotic among himself as well as the world around him.
When compared with the Lowest Heaven,
It’s like a dream, an illusion.
Is there anyone who, given life once,
Never fades away? — - Oda Nobunaga