Cassandra’s Tears

Tears of joy, tears of pain, we are reflected in the salt-water pools we create. So let us build a fleet of paper boats and sail them on our ocean of indecision, laughing at the wind-whipped white-crested waves that would wash over us, drowning us in our own despair, yet somehow never vanquishing us in the end.

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Location: Lennoxville, Quebec, Canada

Saturday, July 03, 2004

The Peace Moth

One day many years ago there was a beautiful visitor hanging around the lantern on the front of the house. He (or she) looked a lot like this guy here:

Hyalophora cecropia

The cecropia, or peace moth, is the largest moth in North America. The particular visitor we had refused to leave, having become enamored of our light, and pined away as his love was unrequited. Eventually he became a mere shadow of his former self and expired for lack of food and drink.

Is it worth it? Is love worth all that?


Blogger Mekashef said...

Poor peace moth.

I wonder if Shakespeare (the expert on unrequited love) would have written anything on the subject had he known entomology.

7/05/2004 1:24 PM  

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