Perpetum Lumine /universalia in rebus/

The wrought iron construction was compelling, with its apparent simplicity and
the message it carried on. I sat there twenty-four hours, namely the time period
needed for the process to conclude. Before me, the machinery far from being casual,
gave off that small amount of light that kept the place in obscurity. The main
iron-pillar of the installation was designed in a way to let the fluid wax of
candles flow freely, drop by drop, in the jars placed on the countless iron rings
around it. Actually, there was only one circle of candles that continuously reformed
on the jars of the iron-ring, straight below them. In every jar, there was a special
wick, carefully placed and designed in a way, to be the core of the newly formed candle,
and to be able to smelt the matter, that meanwhile became solid. In this way,
the whole process became one continuous moment, diffusing peace, warmth, and light.
The candle was the preamble during the last twenty-four hours, a flitting moment,
being dwarfed by the five thousand years history of the candle. The slow burning
process, made the necessity of blow-holes inevitable. This way, the air remained
adequately fresh, however emanating a sort of ambience beyond expression that obliged
me to stay inside. The vision came in the last but one hour, in the form of Egeria,
the Spanish pilgrim nun, who explained me the glitch around the gravitational singularity.
The obvious anachronism of the phenomenon made me realize the illusoric nature of time
(sensual delusion of a feeble mankind).

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