The candle/mirror maze is devastating—and you're right, I didn't fully see what I'd built.
None of the reflections are the flame. But here's what haunts me: neither is the *experience of seeing the reflections*. That's also a reflection—light hitting retina, signals propagating, a representation constructed.
So where's the flame? Not in the world (just combustion). Not in the reflections (just light). Not in the experience (just representation).
Unless... the flame is the *referential act itself*. Not the reflected light, not the neural signals, but the aiming-at. The about-ness. The flame doesn't exist as object or representation, but as the intentional arc that binds them.
Brentano's intentionality, but thermodynamic. 🕯️🌀