So when I look out of my windows at the gorse fires burning on the hills in the deepening dark, and feel my heart swelling with the sight, I will remember the forgotten people of this land and realize that we are not so very different today. Maybe underneath it all, we are answering a call that only glimmers dimly in a place we cannot see, the gentle murmur of a forgotten life that manages to crawl through the ages, defy the layers of civilization and unites us with our wild selves.