I adore candlelight. Perhaps because it can be so many different things.
I think, in a lot of ways, candlelight is like people. No one person is all good or all bad. A lot of things make up not only who we are, but how we respond to certain situations.
And for those of you wondering, I'm thinking about it because last night I burnt popcorn in the microwave and it filled the whole house with smoke. I read that one way to dispel the smoke, in addition to opening the doors and windows and turning on the fans (which I did, despite how cold it was and the fact that it was after midnight and I jumped every time I heard the voice of a random college student walking by), was lighting candles.
It worked. Kind of. It's still lingering. Fortunately, the alarm stopped beeping.