The Wick

The Wick

A soul with no faith is as the candle absent of a wick.  The here and hereafter are conditional on your willingness to practice faith. As the flame offers life to the wick, the sacrificial wax disappears into the unknown - no different than the mystery of our mortal existence. 

Our bodies are consumed and ravaged, not by time, but rather by the tyranny we impose upon one another. Humanity's wick is sterile of warmth, light and purpose.

The candle’s greatest struggle occurs when the flame consumes the final manifestation of the wick. So it is so in life, for our most monumental moment occurs at death’s door. 

Faith seeks to discover the hidden truth through prayer and reflection. Faith allows you no opportunity to discard even the most mundane of hypotheses, for all thought is part of universal consciousness. Reflexion and prayer allows one to seek out the truth, for it is hidden in faith. Just as the fire-prone wick rests impregnated within the wax.

We are born to be as the wick, but what consumes us is the fire of ignorance. It burns with pollutive haste rather than a luminescent purpose.

The candle is fashioned in many shapes and sizes, yet even the largest of candles may burn with haste, not because of the wick, but rather by the artificiality of the wax. 

Faith consumed by artificiality will consume the wick of life with greater and greater haste.

Thank you,

Joseph Pede