Wax is a tactile creature. It breathes, flows, and undulates. It softens to the warmth of a breath and yields to a light touch. It craves manipulation and entices you to touch, examine, understand, feel. But at the same time, it is too fragile. It is so delicate that the lightest force breaks it, so thin that the dimmest light penetrates it. It exists in constant conflict, desiring and dreading the tactile sensation.