LIBERATION FROM CLINGING TO BIRTH AND DEATH

IN CONSTRUCTION

The life of a moth is short, fragile, and insignificant. It does not live for even one year; it is fragile because even the lightest touch can end its arduous struggle against death when it comes. But the moth never gives up its life.

Now nature generates life and that life is impregnated with the great thrust to perpetuate life for as long as possible.

It does that because nature programmed it to do so as it programs all living things, each in its fashion.

The moth lives briefly and while this thrust carries it from birth even unto death.

It was born as only a moth can be born and perfectly performs its life as a moth with all the functions of a moth, and every moth from here to eternity will die precisely as a moth is programmed to die.

Its time is not cast in letters of gold in some book, it simply lives until it is time to die.

It does not cling to its birth, because birth does not exist for it apart from life. Birth was simply an unrecorded yesterday and today too will tomorrow fall under the spell of yesterday forgetting.

Yet it is programmed to retain and use physiologically what must be retained and what has been remembered by every moth that has gone before. It functions perfectly but it has no conscious memory to guide it.

Now the human creature has a conscious memory and it has too a store of memory that retains almost everything that has been consolidated there in recent life, and all the important experiences recorded genetically from its human past that permit it to act as a human creature.

Yet the human creature is flawed. It clings to all its yesterdays back to its birth that can be recalled. It allows itself to be defined as a human creature by that clinging, but what it clings to are memories that hold no significance for the natural Life Force.

Essay: The Death of a Moth