Of Moths and Men

here's a little blurb i found amid piles of legal paper from nights ago, as i haven't had time to develop any good stories lately, i reasoned this would be good - if brief - material for the blog.

The man pitied the moth, for he would live to see thousands of moths crash into the light, dizzy and frantically burning before his eyes, and the man would think retrospectively about the chaos and confusion in life and the injustice and cruelty to all life forms when met with an end to their life. But the moth, had he the capacity, would pity the man for never living and dying as joyfully and sorrowfully, frantically and recklessly – indeed senselessly – as he had, for as the moth did not understand the death, neither would the man understand death when he too would crash into his own light and fall burning and unknowing to the ground, the difference being that the fly was untroubled.