A line from the Wailin’ Jennys song This is Where seems particularly poignant at the moment and it fits
neatly with the bat theme, at least on a superficial level:
A moth caught by the
flame it cannot measure.
On a deeper level, isn’t that what the ever-destructive
search for the Holy Grail is all about? I’ve long believed in the maxim ‘Let
life come to you,’ but how can life find you if you’re not there to be found?
Must be in one of those tricky, reflective, questioning sorts
of mood again, questioning at all levels from the intensely personal to the
sublimely profound.
Hideous, isn’t it? Time to
shut up.
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