The magic that will be

It was, for all practical purposes, an arbitrary glance in an arbitrary direction.  It was, for all practical purposes, a view that lasted no more than an instant.

It was a moment of a memory of a time when we were sitting around a blazing fire.  Someone threw on wood, and kept throwing on more wood.  No one spoke.  We all sat around in a broken circle, staring.  Every once in a while someone would get up and throw on some more wood.  Everyone threw on some wood, even the smallest child, a six year old girl, I remember she got up and looked around as if expecting someone to tell her no; that it was too dangerous, that there didn't need to be any more, that only grown-ups could put on wood, that maybe she should ask first, who knows why she looked around, she looked at everyone but no one said anything, indicated anything, just watched her pick up a piece of that rotten timber from the torn down barn and throw it on the blaze.

Does wood hold fire even before it ever is touched upon by flame?
Does fire hold us in its sway even before it is touched upon by wood?
Does our sight hold vision even before it happens upon arbitrary glances?
Does vision hold memories even before it happens upon itself?