The great glacier would have been too misleading to the truth behind this poem. The great glacier stopped at Cincinnati, depositing a glacier's worth of evidence for about anything one wished to prove about geology. Having to clean the candle wax out of the candles was a humbling task for an altar boy. One day, carrying part of the burnt wax outside, I chose a final resting place for it because I made an artifact of the "used up" (ritually speaking) candle wax.