As long as the candle burns

Somewhere, it burns as a proof of our life.

The fire that provides stimulation to even the faintest efforts in this creation- constantly creating stuff out of absolute emptiness.

If the only thing truly complete is the sum-total of all there is, then this aspect of addition is the fire which adds one thing at a resulting in the stuff ranging from a slightest movements of air squeezing in and out through my nostrills to the intergalactic dance of heavenly bodies.

Its the flame that doesn't burn in time or space, but defines it. It burns in a secret location of our minds.