By Candlelight

I count my Pimento olives by candlelight. I rub them across my bare chest.My wife doesn't understand me.
Everyone looks better in candlelight. I once bought a Mother Teresa candle, but feared lighting it. Blasphemy. My favorite is one depicting rhesus monkeys with their arms folded. So romantic.
There should be a meet up group for those who like to caress melted wax.  Large dinners with candles and famous fashion designers is my goal.
Enter a cave with just a candle. Gently engage with the bear living there. Experience spirituality. Then run like hell.
One man with a candle can enlighten more people than a hundred government officials on Twitter,
I just created a bumper sticker.