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"...it was a dark and damp cave with countless Buddah statues standing in the foreground, soon after entering we were stumbling around in the dark. I meant to bring my flashlight, but I forgot, so I fumbled around for a pack of matches.
When I lit each match, it formed a small cirlce of light around us. In that circle the thin tall Buddhas stood sentry. Each time I lit another match this gentle army sprang to life, and each time it flickered out, we were plunged back into darkness. It was a remarkable effect, very spiritual, and it made me consider how far we'd come...
...it struck me that life was like that, too. You light a match, and you're just a child. Light another, and you're married with children of your own. A few more brief, and bright flares, and our babies have left home. A few more after that and your pack is used up.
...Know that we must make each brief combustion a bright, shinning moment that pierces the darkness and illuninates a thousand gods."
---David Elliot Cohen
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