March 5, 2015 1:00 PM
I did my taxes today. Filed and paid them online. The damage wasn’t too bad. Relieved to be done with them, I picked up some Thai food to celebrate.
Sitting in the van, digesting my lunch, a small moth flitted across my line of vision. The van, parked cross-wise to the breeze, created an air pocket for the moth, a welcome doldrums where he could fly about undisturbed. As if to celebrate his good fortune, the moth did a couple ascending victory circles before coming to alight on a stone in front of me.
A lizard leapt out and swallowed him whole.
The sudden end to the moth’s story.
No physical life form lives for long.
Two entire months vanish.
Lizard or moth? When you live forever, does it matter? I’m happy for them both.
I’m happy for the lizard.
I’m happy for the moth.
I don’t fear death. I look forward to seeing what happens.
I’m happy for me.
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