What is a moth to you?
Well, the obvious answer is what does moth mean to anyone?
A moth doesn't know what it is. A moth simply is. The questions of reality are better suited to another. A moth lives in the moment. A moth circles the light. A moth finds meaning in the now, because it often does not have a later. A moth is guided by the lucent glow that has caught it in the here and the now and it wonders how long such brilliance might last.
The moth knows the present because it might not know the future.
The moth is fragile, but the moth is enduring.
The moth is
Because if it is not then it is not the moth.
The past and future are not the moth.
Only the now.
What is a moth to me?
Chaos and ruin.
Chaos is the moth is erratic, no matter the outer calm. The moth of today can easily be gone with a single change in environment. The moth is temporary, and so sees no reason to restrain itself- in fact, the concept of restraint is lost on the moth. Because the moth does not wonder what may be lost, as the moth has already lost. Its loss is inevitable, and thus the moth can never lose, because to see the loss is to see the immediacy of its life's tragic end. The moth cannot see tomorrow, it cannot plan, it can only act.
Ruin is the moth is in actions as it merely is. A self-proving existence, a self-fulfilling prophecy, an ouroboros of id, devouring itself eternally to give itself life, the only consistency of the self being that exact changing static state of dynamic autophagy where it ends as it always has. Moving forward in place to a destination it already is. And much like the Ouroboros it devours itself. Never able to find the comfort of stability because it cannot settle because it cannot even conceptualize the sun's rise until it occurs.
The moth is because it is, for if it were not it would not be.
Yesterday the moth was not.
Tomorrow the moth will not be.
The moth cannot accept this, and thus does not.
Instead, the moth chooses the only option given of 1: to be.
