#philosophical moth

[jeocapture]

A wild fuzzy: I found him resting on the ground and contemplating his own existence. He attempted to articulate to me his attunement to, and profound need for the lamp. But me, making up only a fraction of his cosmic intellect, failed to comprehend.

He did allow me to marvel at his form, before flying away.

[philosophy-for-moth]

I hate the idea that life ends when their story is forgotten. Life ends when one dies, which could happen anywhere and even everywhere. I, a 14 year old could die tomorrow, then I'm dead. What could happen next? I don't know, no one knows that's the fun part. Death is death, and there is no grand meaning. Energy, though, doesn't die. My life force will go into a mushroom or something, and the life cycle will continue.

I dare you to try to prove me wrong.

[philosophy-for-moth]

If you avoid death like the plague, when you die, you will regret everything.