While we were sailing to leeward of this boat, I sat on the rail mesmerized. One line (it's all I could remember) of a poem kept surfacing in my mind, ..."A sail, spark-white upon the space of sea, can pin a whole horizon into place".
So necessary it is.
Perhaps for you, it is a candle "giving the room a shape"?
"For beauty, for significance, it's space
We need; and since we have no space today
In which to frame the act, the word, the face
Of beauty, it's no longer beautiful.
A tree's significant when it's alone
Standing against the sky's wide open face;
A sail, spark-white upon the space of sea,
Can pin a whole horizon into place.
Encompassed by the dark, a candle flowers,
Creating space around it as it towers,
Giving the room a shape, a form, a name;
Significance is born within the frame.
A word falls in the silence like a star,
Searing the empty heavens with the scar
Of beautiful and solitary flight
Against the dark and speechless space of night."
Anne Morrow Lindbergh