Throwing the ring back to the fire


It has been 9 years that I had this ring on me, and today I finally could throw this ring back to the volcanic lava of Mordor where it originated. It will melt away soon, but I’m sure that the melted liquid would cool down forming another piece of a ring, arising to the surface of any lava nearby.

I had this ring for three different reasons: (1) It was my pai’s and mae’s wedding rings melted together, so that I could wear it recalling my family even when I moved far away from them. (2) I myself designed the appearance of the very ring with catholic value, and (3) it was to be a ransom for many as it was originated to do so (“For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and give his life as a ransom for many.” -Mark 10:45). I was stepping on some of the most dangerous streets of the world, so I thought to give this ring as a ransom if I were caught (luckily never happened). Moreover, along with my growth, this ring became recalling some of my profound relationships that buried in the past.

I understood why Frodo Baggins hesitated to throw the ring to the fire. It meant modernism to him. It was the source of technology. It has become the memory that constructed to his own identity along. It meant the legitimacy of recalling his fellowship altogether. If there were no ring, the existence of such fellowship was to be jeopardised. Likewise, me having worn that ring 9 years has hold the kinship I developed in my memory. It was the power that arose from inner faith, as of any religion. It was the strength that set from ground stone that has become the base of every building that stood up on.

I need no more such strength that the ring has brought. I understood that the ring has an undeniable power, but it had to be destroyed, since its power was based on material visibility and illusional preciousness, as Gollum coughed. I admit that there was observed hesitation but at last I could managed the tossing. The ring is not attached with me anymore. It was handed to my pai’s hand so that he could melt it for another ring or to exchange with delightful and fancy dinner with mae. The absolute power of all rings that represents kinship, faith and strength that rule and dominate human perception was replaced.

The very different ending that displayed was that I didn’t lose my finger for it.

And I heard a Hobbit singing, maybe unfit for the holy hall of Paris but suitable for my environment: Home is behind, the world ahead. And there are many paths to tread. Through shadow, to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight. Mist and shadow, cloud and shade. All shall fade, all shall fade…  I see my empty fingers glorified.

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