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 conventional 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 it 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 to cease to exist than to exist forever
And never be a part of beauty.

-Unknown