Critique of Pure Reason, Part I

If it ain't broken, don't fix it.

There was this dude named Thomas Pedison who was real into candles. He was just amazed by them. Every night he couldn't wait 'til it got dark, because then he'd get to light some. "They give so much light!" he would say. "They are so, so much better than, like, a torch, or just an open fire." He thought they were just the greatest thing since bread (not sliced bread, they didn't figure that one out until like 1945 or something). He also loved full moons in cloudless skies. He used to say "any more light than that is just a sin, a sin of gluttony."

Thomas Pedison never invented no damn lightbulb.