Once in a while I read something that just makes me clutch my chest and hold my breath. No, I'm not having a panic attack or killing off bits of my myocardium. Not yet at least. I'm getting all tangent-y, darn. Weekend is coming, thank goodness.
Anyway, my son has a crazy encyclopedic knowledge of the natural world, and being a total geek-girl, I listen with interest to what he has to say.
The other day, we were reading together about the Luna Moth. Some of you may know it as the brand logo for a certain sleep medicine. It's a pretty recognizable looking creature.
Anyway, after it goes through a startling metamorphosis, it lives a brief life. Just one week. And the thing that made me stop breathing?
It emerges from the cocoon with no mouth. It cannot eat, and so a death clock starts ticking as soon as it begins this second life. After a week of trying to pass on its genes (the price of immortality?), it dies, whether or not it was successful, and all that beauty is gone.
I'm not going to get all philosophical on you about how life is short, yada yada yada. I got very inwardly philosophical for at least two minutes. But what I didn't expect was how it made me think about urban fantasy and sci-fi plots galore, among other literary possibilities.
I thought I'd pass on whatever experience you may have from reading this, be it inspiration, or reflection. And apologies if I cause any panic attacks or episodes of angina.
Have a great weekend everyone!
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