To Clans, Cowboys, Campers and All The Rest (first letter)

Dear Folks,
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to capture fire for the first time?
Hunger leaves us.  All mending and prep is done for the night. There’s cold all around but warmth stays inside our circle. Nothing dares to attack from the darkness at our backs.
Sometimes I think it’s provided a good kind of loneliness.
You can’t passively consume it. It activates the imagination.
I don’t think we could consider much beforehand.
Here was a reoccurring chance to wonder Who am I? and Why am I here? — a dignity previously unknown — and a terrible burden.
Sometimes it seems as if fire has captured us.