Like a moth to a flame...

Sometimes I look at moths and think, wow they’re really very ugly creatures aren’t they? How can they even stand the look of themselves when there are butterflies out there? Sure, they can fly, but only towards lights. And sometimes they’ll perish in their own proverbial flames of passion. Man, if I were a moth, I’d look at my reflection in a window or something and get depressed just seeing how...grey I am. But maybe that’s why they zoom into the fire, so for an instant—even if it’s for a second, dancing pigments alight upon their wings.