Riddle Me This

One warms my skin, the other my soul.
One I cannot bear to look at, the other I cannot look away from.
One is known for how big it is, the other for how small he became. 
One was made, the other begotten. 
One is studied, the other forgotten. 
One is fact, the other is truth.
One burns to destroy, the other burns to improve.

Who are we? 

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