harder in words than heart

Tolkien speaks of the 'Fire of Anon', the hope that must be kindled in each heart. This is a far more tangible thing than the context of magic suggests. The energy we measure in this universe through gravity, the arm lifting a child from the floor, is steered and released by the mind. Energy is simply calories until the human mind determines its application. The fire within us must be tended, reflecting some of its heat within to keep out own hearts warm, the rest exercised with skill and thought on those around us, in dedication to the knowledge that though each of us is unique, noone burns alone. This fire is a primal one, born in pain, forged in an evolutionary path of violence, destruction and rape. Still, our noblest qualities have transcended the iron callous of natural selection. It is this fire that must be guarded and strengthened. Taking care to accept heat only from the purest flames, lest we let our hearts burn wildely, giving birth to actions of insanity and aggression rather than a heat to forge us into one people, one voice.