What I saw by candlelight is just the same as you saw. Different candles. Miles apart on the same night. I saw what you saw.
King David grieved for his son, and I grieved for mine. We both threw the dirt over our own heads. Regret. Suffering. A harsh gust of wind to snuff out the candle.
In the light of the candle that which we must let go. That which we think we deeply need, but in truth it just another thing to want. Desire. Attention. Ego. Nothing.
What I saw by the candlelight is just the same as you saw. Seven sins and seven blessings, each commanding the same night where we fail to sleep, although we do come close.