Parable: The Moth

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There once lived a young moth who had just emerged from his pupa. This moth lived in a forest of rather strange trees. These trees only had flowers on the uppermost part of their branches and only produced nectar at night. The most peculiar part about these trees was that all of the flowers in the forest would change color unexpectedly every few years. After the young moth had dried his wings he asked his mother and father about the flowers above him. They told him about the sweet nectar in the flowers and also about the bats that flew through the branches to eat the moths that feasted on the delicacy. They explained that only the strongest and the smartest moths were capable of drinking from the blossoms. This inspired the young moth. He exercised his wings all day and practiced the art of avoiding and escaping the bats. The young moth worked long and hard until he was stronger and smarter than his fellow moths and then kept on working. Then, finally, he decided it was his time to begin the long ascension to the flowers above. On his way toward the top of the trees he noticed that all of his fellow achievers were a shade of grey, whereas he was a bright, brilliant blue. He thought about this only briefly, for his flight required great concentration. After flying for quite some time he finally reached the treetops. Oh, but what was this! The gloriously-colored flowers that had been described were now a dull grey, just as his brothers and sisters were. "What a disappointment," he thought as he settled down upon a flower to drink. But before he could extend his proboscis into the depths of the disappointment to drink the sweet nectar, a bat spotted his blue wings in the sea of grey, swooped down, and ate him.

The End

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