Can you imagine a world where candlesticks and oil lamps warmly lit up the town once the last rays of the evening sun went down?
Or being the lamp lighter or the candle maker able to turn the darkness into light (for all the sinners and saints alike)?
Can you imagine being the milk maid who dressed each cold, winter’s day by the soft glow the remains of her candle gave?
Or the railway man who relied upon the lantern he held oh-so-tightly in his hand?
Can you imagine being the sailor whose fate laid somewhere inbetween the flickering lighthouse flames that separated the land from sea?
Or being the flame itself, bringing light to every man, woman and child upon this earthly realm?
Can you imagine?