Before he can grow feeble and die he immolates himself willingly on his own altar; and a younger and a stronger than he receives his spirit.

Thus the gods are always young and always with you.

Behold myself, Tu-Kila-Kila! Am I not from old times?
Am I not very ancient?
Have I not passed through many bodies?
Do I not spring ever fresh from my own ashes?
Do I not eat perpetually the flesh of new victims?
Even so with fire.

The flames of our island were becoming impure.

The King of Fire saw his cinders flickering.