Examining the candle for the eleventh time, you consider a U-shaped pot, long enough to contain a whole goat. Then you start noticing that the air is getting a bit shallow in here. You suppose all these candles are burning the oxygen away, and you've been ruminating about wax and sheep, and the sheer delightful beauty of the 2nd candle from the left. You should probably try touching another candle, and stow the experiences examining this candle has brought you into the recesses of your mind as treasured - though slightly overlong - memories.