Do moth's know that touching the flickering flame of a lighted candle leads to their demise?
If you know you are going to get burned, would you still fly towards it?
It is quite easy to say No, to say that one should be rational in these things...
What can one do when one is drawn towards the beauty of the light?
How can one resist the gentle warmth and comfort that being around the flame provides?
To fly on is to realize that avoiding the light only leads to darkness.
To fly on is to feel the richness of life.
To fly on is to cherish that fleeting moment of unity.
To fly on is to to hope...
Tell me what does one do when he realizes that he will be burned yet continues to fly on?