There was this great man of stature who was dying. He had two sons, both, he loved dearly and equivelantly, but he could'nt decide who to give his inheritance to. He thought, "How can I choose who will recieve this grand wealth and land?" He contimplated and searched for the answer and finally, he came to a conclusion. So he called his sons in and said, "Who ever can fill this house up, can claim my inheritance." So the eldest son went out and fumbled with ideas of how to fill up this magnificent house. He came home with a horse hitched to a wagon and an ox. Surely it wasn't enough. Then he brought in ducks, but there was still this space...hanging in the air; between the animal's bodies and up the aparatus. Around the corners and back. While this was going on, the youngest brother sat and watched his brother scattering, thinking how he dearly he loved his father and how deeply he would miss him when he passed. Eventually, the eldest brother decided to take everything that he brought in, out. Still trying to figure out what else he could come up with. Then the youngest took his turn and went outside. When he came in, he had one thing. A single lit candle.