My room is dark. Until I light the candle.

The flame of the smokeless candle is magical.

I think if you see what my eyes see, you feel what my heart feels.

I think that is because we are taken back to a time thousands of years ago.

A time, we are familiar with.

The flame melts the wax, which softens like white molten lava puddling to escape eventually, and it does.

Given time, the wax will overflow and create a fascinating layered wax-scape which fascinates my imagination.

I can sit for hours in its comforting glow. At night, the candle flame will lull me to sleep. The glass container is large and deep and away from any obstructions much like a lonely lighthouse casting its beacon across the salt-laden sea.

I can drift in time forever…

How I miss our time together. Thousands of years ago. Thousands of lives ago. We rekindle, each time the candle wick is lit, and it’s warm light caresses my memories.

The layered patterns of wax is as magical as the warmth of the glowing, flickering flame.

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The flame inside the clear, tall glass enclosure is nearly oblivious to the drifting air seeping into my room. Gazing deeply, it takes on a life its own, as if the clear glass enclosure is its own life supporting terrarium of ancient prehistoric life captured within.

The more I gaze at this magical essence, the more my mind drifts back in time, somewhere in time, somewhere many life times ago. It is as if the flame rekindles my love for it and for you.

My reunion with candle light is provocative. The candle resurrects its own life of memories and mine. Its intimacy with my senses is as timeless as time itself. It is so familiar and yet always new.

And without a doubt, I regret to say, the more I try to remember the memories, the more I forget.

Who invented this amazing wax candle?

It is hard to say because of the inconsistent nature of recorded history, but by some accounts the candle was made by the Romans beginning in 500 BC. These were dipped candles made from tallow wax which is derived from the meat of cows and sheep. Lit by an unwound strand of twine. While candles were present in Roman times, the main source of light came from oil lamps.

Evidence of candles made from whale fat in China dates back to the Qin Dynasty about 221-206 BC. And in India, temple candles were made from boiling cinnamon.

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By further accounts, the ancient Egyptians used rush lights or torches made by soaking the pithy core of reeds in melted animal fat. However, rush lights by design had no wick like a true candle.

The early origins of candles have been used as a source of light, and to illuminate celebrations for more than 5,000 years and I would presume the flames was a source of worship or ritual and admiration.

Fire history” is the ecological science of the study of the history of wildfires, which is a sub-discipline of fire ecology. Patterns of forest fires in historical and prehistorical time provide information relevant to the pattern of vegetation of fire ecology.

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From the study of fire-myths and the cultures of primitive races, it is usually presumed that fire was first obtained from natural sources as volcanoes, bush fires, lightning, sparks struck from stones, or by dry branches rubbing together in the fierce winds.

I think there is more. Such wonderment attests to the essence of humanity. As it is, when we look up into the night sky and gaze into the sparkling glimmer of stars and planets in our Universe, we are seeing the wonder of our Universe as seen through the eyes of primitive human kind and I venture, animal kind.

And somewhere along the line of history, the flickering flame of the candle tells the same tales of romance for as long as our own ability to feel and understand love. The humble candle light in its quiet presence, weeps of lost love, wisdom, tragic invasion, destruction and death, and endless hope.

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The flame of the candle is hypnotic. Its flickering glare compels a deeper awareness, a deeper wanting to rekindle the memories of my mind from a thousand years ago. Then as it is now, in quiet. Peace. Comfort.


I know, we always joke about it until it gets to us…

“Ooooh, he’s just nuts!”

“Ooooh, she’s a psycho!”

“Ohhhh, does this bother you at all?”

“It does, but I need the job.”

“Oh gosh, I think I am going nuts!”

“Oooooh every family has ONE!”

Pardon the language, but the last declaration really says it all: Holy crap! Every family has one?

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I recently saw a Korean horror movie on Netflix. It was supposed to be a bit of horror, and a bit of comedy. Well, maybe not pure comedy but tongue-in-cheek creepy, dark humor because it was so absurd, because it was just too real. It was an interesting show, great writing, great dialogue, great suspense, great cinematography, great psycho characters, great acting! It was so great, it was scary!

Now, this wasn’t supernatural scary like the little girl in the white dress with heavy black mascara around her eyes, it was “real kind of scary” because it was a statement about psychos-ville in the mind of a professional dentist, a creepy motherly landlord, a student on a virtually zero budget and has to find someplace, anyplace to live on a dime, and a bunch of other creepy tenants with creepy issues who all live in this one creepy building complex.

It sort of reminded me of my former work place.

To be candid, just because we all work in the same workplace doesn’t mean we all share some commonality in our upbringing, how we were raised, how we were treated, how we treat others, and all sorts of things which perhaps include how we regard decency, politeness and chaste which we sort of lean toward.

But the gist of the lesson, if there is one to cope, is if you’re sane and the others around you are insane, you’re probably right. It’s NOT you.

In a room full of psychos, they all regard each other as “normal”. And if we reverse the viewpoint, the family full of psychos will regard YOU as the crazy one: “Oooooh every family has ONE!”

As the movie plays, I injected some moot rationale into the movie: Could this be real? Could it really happen? Is there an apartment complex out there just like this?

And then, there’s something about that nagging one-liner exclamation of psycho villa: “Ohhhh, every family has ONE!”

How about two, three, four?

By now the suspense is killing you, and you want to see this movie end to really find out the bottom of this and finally, decipher the meaning of life or as it may be the case. Death.

So let’s just say there’s a brilliant student who took the challenge to make sense of formal government Census confusion and consider this:

“There are approximately 9 billion people on the planet.

“If we say that the average family size is 4, then the number of families would be approximately 2.25 billion.

“Of course, the actual value is much less than this, but this is a good place to start .”


Sooo, if we assume every family has just one psycho, it’s no wonder why lately, we think the world’s gone nuts!