A bright light shines at the crossroads around which a moth revolves.
Look world! It shouts out, I have captured the moon.
So astounded is it at this feat that it dances ecstatically around the light.
It is delirious in disbelief.
Tonight the crickets are playing their violins — a piece of music so sweet.
As the minute passes by the pace of the music accelerates. In unison, so does the speed at which the moth circles around the light. Look world! It shouts out again, I have captured the moon.
Am I not amazing? Tonight I have achieved the impossible. Tonight the moon, come the morning I will have captured the sun….