Ode to Moth's fall

into the ever-flowing white glistening stream at the lowest depths,
of the eternally dark and unfathomable globe,
they fell,
into the eternal flowing stream of Moonlight which is called History, immutable, changeless,
made up of nothing but Truth, the Truth left behind from only
the absolute mortal sentiment.
such was their blessed fate, the unswerving faith and virtue of moths,
ever striving for that eternal moonlight's illumination,
the true Enlightenment of all things, in the deepest universal darkness.