Q. When the temperature of the sanctuary falls to 34 F due to a malfunctioning boiler, what can you expect when you unscrew the brass follower of the liquid paraffin candle in order to fill it ?
That is to say, the normally floppy and pliable fiberglass wick standing at bolt-upright, frozen attention, its length caught in a cylindrical mass of gelid paraffin.
Q. And what, dear friends, do we learn from this.
A. Paraffin is freaking weird.
Here endeth our lesson. Kyrie Eleison.