That depends on how deep you go into the meaning. The whole point of Earendil's story is that people are so immature, fractious and self-sabotaging that they couldn't be trusted to just appreciate the god-given light of the heavens. When self-serving industrialists (Melkor) destroyed the beautiful harmony of Earth (the great trees), the last holders of that ancient power (the Noldor) selfishly refused to share it with the rest of the world, saying that they should be the only ones to inherit the light of life because they gained it through generational wealth. Eventually, the light of the heavens had to be split apart and placed so far out of reach that none could ever take them again for themselves. Earendil shines as an eternal testament to the inclination toward that hubris, selfishness and determination to fuck over everything you cannot own for everyone else so that what you do own becomes more valuable.

Perhaps corpocrat fuckwits should just stop insulting Tolkien's memory?