Of all things, lighthouses look to death as a relief from pain, like a wish for an after-life.
Not many things can be as poetical and original as those isolated structures, enlarged, altered and added to shores, bays and cities.
Destined never to be happy, isolated Beings on the Earth, without any attachment to life, except a few workers who hear the winds from the top and the song of the sea in what becomes their house. They ask no much and don't expect much neither. Excellent for the exercise of inspiration.