To the young child the oil lamps are a beautiful work of art, to the young priest, they spark a trail of thought, rebelling between the teachings of the futility of life and the mischief of childhood just left behind, moving into unacquainted life, to the adult, undisturbed by the echo of voices behind him and the bright lights that flicker before him. The creator has captured a beautiful moment in time. Each individual on their own path to nirvana and this creation has left us with a thought, aren't we all on a journey to find our own happiness?
