Thursday, June 19, 2008

TO THE FLAME

Candles were lit, moonlight streaming through the tree tops.
I was watching them flicker, watching the glow, the flames swaying. As I sipped my noir, there was the flutter of tiny wings through the night.
A moth.
There was no slow approach, no hesitation, no anxiety or dissuasion - the moth simply flew up to the flame, and then right into it.
Burned and lifeless, its body fell from the flickering glow, and landed on the ground. For a moment I envied that moth.

To have the absolute resolution - to know what it is you want, what it is you must be close to... and then go into it!
The moth only knew one thing, what he was drawn to. The silent wave of the candle's flame, was all the seduction this tiny creature needed - and it pursued that light until the end.
We are easily swayed. Changing our minds, following half-heartedly, not even attempting to pursue that which drives us from the depths of our souls. How good to live like the moth. How incredible a life that is entirely sold out to the relentless pursuit of the light. I would almost follow that moth - because it found something worth living and dying for - not just an idea, but something real that it wasn't afraid to touch, or be consumed by. We crave that. I crave that. That ability to live solid - and die solid too.
Here's to the pursuit of the flame.



Andrew Tipton

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