Today I caught a glimpse of three moths….or butterflies, not quite sure which they were, but they were very delicate, quiet, and flying together in some sort of airborne dance. They had a soft tan, almost pastel yellow color and it seemed that one of them that was the center of attention. The other two were carefully and rhythmically flying around the first, in a somewhat calculated, almost dance-like balance of play and choreographed courtship. All this was taken in by me, in the span of just a second or two…..for that is all the time I had before the trio of silence were met with the windshield of my speeding car. I couldn’t help it, for if I could have, I would have swerved, or slowed, or screamed,…..something. But as fate, or whatever you would call it, would have it, our paths met. Fortunately, or unfortunately, you make the call, my car came in contact with only two of the three. I know this because one of them was smeared across my windshield in a yellowish powder, and the other I saw bouncing along the road in my rear view mirror. The third, I also saw in my mirror, still flying, out of control a bit, but spared death. This is where the dilemma falls, for in the seconds I saw the three, they seemed like they should be together, the three as one, but now, only one remained. In the Bible, (Genesis 2:18) it is written of Adam, “The Lord God said, It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.” This was brought home to me in the sight of this one lone moth fluttering away. There was an incompleteness that I noticed, but only after seeing the quick glimpse of the three. For if I had only seen the one flying alone first, I wouldn’t have had a second thought about it, but now…….
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