Many years ago, I studied meditation on the heart, an ancient yogic practice. My dear friend Andre, an Eastern Orthodox monk, came to me on Christmas with a gift: "Here," he said: "Merry Christmas!" "Wait!" I said. "Let me feed you! Don't go yet!" He pulled the gift from its bag. It was blizzarding at the door: "It's a candle made I from a deep blue glass," he said. "Light shines through it: See?" (Andre was a great artist. It was exquisite.) "Now listen," he said: "You put in front of you, then you let the light shine through it, and it'll hit your heart. Then you meditate on the light. Yogis call it the anahata chakra, we call it the 'Sacred Heart': And really, they're both the same. I made it to quicken your practice! Now let me go!" "I can't take this from you!" I said. "It's too much!" He threw his hands up: "It's Christmas! Light the flame in your heart--then give the light to others! Now meditate! Go, go!" I kept that candle till he passed. And I made him 24 drawings of the candle, one for each hour of the day. This drawing was for midnight when the light was the darkest blue. I added flare tonight in PS, to symbolize light in darkness... And if you're interested: My sitename came from that practice: Ie, Anahata Chakra, which literally means: "The center where there is no sound". In other words, the place of total silence in the center of the Heart...