Muscari Lane

STORY OF THE MOTH; Inspired by Jose Rizal’s original

muscari

4 years ago

“Be watchful! Do not go very close to the light. You might hurt yourself”, said Mirhana, Gilromi’s
mother. Mirhana was a beautiful, robust moth with enormous fan wings. During winter months, she
used to wrap little Gilromi under her wing blanket. She had soft & shiny, brown hair around her neck.
She sat not too distant from Gilromi, relishing the sight of him fluttering around the lamp innocently.
She had to warn him although. There was danger near the lamp. The heat above the light could damage
his wings, even worse.

Gilromi, the little moth was flapping around a bright ignited lamp since long. Miffed by and fascinated to
the light coming from it, he would sway in the same course as the wick was moving due to the nimble
night breeze. The wind had a whiff of jasmine and Gilromi was all playful. It amazed him to no amount,
how everything was so pure around the lamp. He could even see the veins on its little wings.

For Mirhana, life is good and satisfying watching Gilromi grow. Teaching him to drink the nectar of the
flowers in spring, eat petals in summers, feed on pollens in the autumn and eat moist tree saps in
winters. After warning him, Mirhana sat still, engulfed in these thoughts when she felt a slimy pat on her
back. Within fractions of a second, Mirhana was gone. The lizard on the wall was hungry.

Gilromi had not comprehended this. Upon not finding his mother on the spot she was perching, he flew
off from the vicinity of the burning lamp to find her. Life in all its glory or in all its dreary, is fair and
unfair both. For Gilromi, life wins!!

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THE MOTH AND THE LAMP

THE MOTH AND THE LAMP

A young moth once set his heart on a light of a lamp. The flickering seemed to beckon him every
evening. When he told his mother of his heart’s desire, she was filled with sadness.

“lamps are not for little creatures like you,” she said. “you will get scorched and burnt. You will be
safer hiding in the dark like the others.”

But the moth did not heed his mother’s warning. At dusk, when the lamp was lit he would
startflying towards it, circling around and feeling its warmth.

“What if I got scorched a little? Then I will have a mark of valor,” thought the headstrong moth.
“Better be burned seeking the light, thamn perish in the darkness.”

One night he polished his wings until they shone brightly. And with deep resolve, he plunged right
into the lamp. Alas! He was swallowed by the laughing, dancing flame and was seen no more.

the lesson of the moth

i was talking to a moth

the other evening

he was trying to break into

an electric light bulb

and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows

pull this stunt i asked him

because it is the conventional

thing for moths or why

if that had been an uncovered

candle instead of an electric

light bulb you would

now be a small unsightly cinder

have you no sense

plenty of it he answered

but at times we get tired

of using it

we get bored with the routine

and crave beauty

and excitement

fire is beautiful

and we know that if we get

too close it will kill us

but what does that matter

it is better to be happy

for a moment

and be burned up with beauty

than to live a long time

and be bored all the while

so we wad all our life up

into one little roll

and then we shoot the roll

that is what life is for

it is better to be a part of beauty

for one instant and then cease to

exist than to exist forever

and never be a part of beauty

our attitude toward life

is come easy go easy

we are like human beings

used to be before they became

too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him

out of his philosophy

he went and immolated himself

on a patent cigar lighter

i do not agree with him

myself i would rather have

half the happiness and twice

the longevity

but at the same time i wish

there was something i wanted

as badly as he wanted to fry himself

the lesson of the moth

archybigi was talking to a moth

the other evening

he was trying to break into

an electric light bulb

and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows

pull this stunt i asked him

because it is the conventional

thing for moths or why

if that had been an uncovered

candle instead of an electric

light bulb you would

now be a small unsightly cinder

have you no sense

plenty of it he answered

but at times we get tired

of using it

we get bored with the routine

and crave beauty

and excitement

fire is beautiful

and we know that if we get

too close it will kill us

but what does that matter

it is better to be happy

for a moment

and be burned up with beauty

than to live a long time

and be bored all the while

so we wad all our life up

into one little roll

and then we shoot the roll

that is what life is for

it is better to be a part of beauty

for one instant and then cease to

exist than to exist forever

and never be a part of beauty

our attitude toward life

is come easy go easy

we are like human beings

used to be before they became

too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him

out of his philosophy

he went and immolated himself

on a patent cigar lighter

i do not agree with him

myself i would rather have

half the happiness and twice

the longevity

but at the same time i wish

there was something i wanted

as badly as he wanted to fry himself

– Don Marquis