In response to the Candle:

What is a flame?
As the days and minutes tick past, leading up to the holiday of lights, we ask ourselves,
What is a flame?

A flame is an everlasting light, a piece of something, but really it's nothing... is it? What is light?

A flame only exists attached to a wick, a snippet of cotton, a stick of wood, meaningless, right?

What is it that draws us, warms and enlightens us- what is this conglomerate of nothing and something that entraps me, making my eyes shine?

The flame is my soul.

It's inside of me, on top of my head, outside of me, flittering here and there, it reminds me of me.
It's the part of my being stiff and hard, it's the part of me silent and yearning. It's the part of me that's bound to time, space, and my stomach's rumbling. It's the part of me that wants to transcend, to fly away, to leave the confinement behind and join the bigger flame. It's the part where I want nothing but- nothing.

Struggle.
Which will win?

Yet there descends a strange peace, a content and tranquility which never before visited the earth.
With every flame there descends ESSENCE. Mutuality. Working together. Common goal.