The Night of 10,000 Tea Lights

Accustomed as I am to recounting the serial disasters that we suffer whenever we attempt some kind of alternative worship, we seem to have had a wonderful success with our "Night of 10,000 Tea Lights".

The "Night of a 1,000 Tea Lights" last year was a terrible disaster, as you may remember.  One of those occasions when we managed to burn the Moot House down.  Too many tea lights in too small a space.  It was no wonder we kicked up so much heat.

But the "Night of 10,000 Tea Lights" was a complete triumph.  To reduce the chances of synergistic meltdown we strung the tea lights 4 inches apart, connected with fuse wire.  Linked together in a labyrinthine spiral around the meadow and all the way out to School Lane, the lights sparked into life in a beautiful sequence, flickering in a mystical chain of light stretching away to the distance.  We stood and gazed in awe.

To be honest, having lit the spiral we were slightly confused.  Yes it was all lovely.  But what had we achieved?  The lighting of a vast number of tea lights in a short period, sure.  Maybe a world record, for what that's worth.  But was anyone fed, anyone saved, anyone changed?  Or had we just made ourselves all go "aah" for a short period of time?
You can over-analyse these things.  One thing's for certain.  When Boldrid stepped over the chain of tea lights and his flares caught fire, it was hilarious.  Do you really need a spiritual experience to have a point when that happens?