I will be the first to admit that I don't like conspiracy theories. They have non-answers for everything. And they refuse to admit that the truth can just be wierd.
But I'm also nasty minded enough to suspect that most of the ugliness supposedly perpetuated by evil foreign minds is actually purely a domestic product.
Okay.."May it be" is playing on the radio, and I just can't hang on to a nasty suspicious mood when it's playing. I hear things like that and I want to be heroic. Me, lumpy, plain, *old* me. Not brave, not strong, not particularly noble. I get this yearning to prove that I'm more than just everyday.
Only..that's what bravery *really* is, isn't it? It's not just being brave when your choices are clear and the way is either go forward or go back. It's being brave when you're not sure if what you're doing is really right, or if the thing you're standing for is a truth worth dying for. I think it's doing whatever you have to do, to keep your family going or to pay your debts.
I don't mean to make *less* of what Sam and Frodo did. Absolutely not. I think it takes strength and courage and kindness and faith and devotion and..everything that makes a human being worthwhile. I just think there's heroism in the ordinary stuff too. And that maybe heroes fight their fights and fail or succeed and no one will ever know.