The mind's eye is a most delicate thing, fragile and beautiful as the flying moth's wings.
Such a sad sight to watch the moth go blind in the night after finding the wrong light.
Such as the mind's eye is easily blinded by our own good intention, we too get lost with no sense of direction.
Looking for the things that fill the void.
The way of the moth.
Because looking for that light in the night feels so right, we might not be so different.
Both blinded by the wrong kind of light and equally ignorant.
Ignorant as in naive because it's usually always too late by the time we have perceived
Everything isn't always as it appears to be.
