I saw big, brown-colored moth a few minutes ago. I debated whether to let it go by capturing it in a container or flushing it down the toilet, too. Of course, I used the vacuum.
It was above the sacred space upstairs. I tried unsuccessfully to suck it from its place and it fluttered onto the angel statue and then to the ceiling of my bedroom.
I failed to suck it into the vacuum cleaner for the second time. It landed above my bedroom window and flew away again.
This time it landed near my bedroom door. That’s when it went into the tube, clattering inside the ribbed-design. That sound was not nice.
- Do I feel guilty for letting a stranger die in that fashion, thinking in the hopes that it will incarnate to a `better form`? Yes.
- Do I feel like the world can be cruel, too? Yes.
- Do I feel as small as the critter I vacuumed tonight? Yes.
- Would you have done the same over and over again, knowing that you could because you are bigger and better and can get away with life and death? Yes! And don’t deny that you can’t without fail!
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