All ye beneath life’s crushing loadWhose forms are bending lowWho toil along the climbing wayWith painful steps and slow Look now for glad and golden hoursCome swiftly on the wingO rest beside the weary roadAnd hear the angels sing (From the hymn…It Came upon the Midnight Clear)

We cannot cure the world of sorrows but we can choose to live in joy.”(Joseph Campbell)

A candlelight is a protest at midnight, it is a nonconformist; it says to the darkness, I beg to differ. (Samuel Rayan).