There's a passage about 'rivers of molten rock that wound their way... until they cooled and lay like twisted dragon-shapes vomited from the tormented earth.' that's a perfect description: how did tolkien know, a quarter century before anyone ever saw a picture of io? talk about nature imitating art.
People have their own reasons for dying. it might look simple, but it never is. it's just like a rock. what's above ground is only a small part of it. but if you start pulling, it keeps coming and coming. the human mind dwells deep in darkness. only the person himself knows the real reason, and maybe not even then.
Neither torch nor dagger," annabeth said firmly. "there is a third test, which i will pass." "a third test?" the pater demanded. "mithras was born from rock," annabeth said, hoping she was right. "he emerged fully grown from the stone, holding his dagger and torch." the screaming and wailing told her she had guessed correctly. "the big mother knows all!" a ghost cried. "that is our most closely guarded secret!" then maybe you shouldn't put a statue of it on your altar, annabeth thought.
In the world i see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of rock feller center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the sears towers. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying stripes of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighways.
The urge to climb will never be explained. In olden days, perhaps it was a wish to reach the stars. Today, anyone so minded can buy a seat on a plane and feel himself master of the skies. Even so, he will not have rock under his feet, or air upon his face; nor will he know the silence that comes only on the hills.
What a man can do and suffer is unknown to himself till some occasion presents itself which draws out the hidden power. Just as one sees not in the water of an unruffled pond the fury and roar with which it can dash down a steep rock without injury to itself, or how high it is capable of rising; or as little as one can suspect the latent heat in ice-cold water.