"and that moth outside my kitchen door
she's bonkers for that bare bulb
flying round in circles, bashing in her exoskull
and out in the woods she navigates fine by the moon
but get her around a light bulb and she's doomed."
Recently during lunch, a friend made a very convincing argument that people today need more assistance than ever -- whether it's through therapy, self-help regimens, pharmaceuticals, or whatever -- just to maintain some semblance of sanity.
"We've evolved over centuries to live with the land, have a small number of real close relationships. Chop our own wood, go to bed at dusk, wake with the sun," my friend explained. "To be a functional human in the current 'normal' world these days, most of us need some kind of help."
It's reminded me for the first time in years of this Ani DiFranco song
that I listened to a lot back in college, part of which is excerpted above.
Just like moths, most of us could navigate just fine by the moon -- but get us around all these lightbulbs and screens and whatnot, and it's hard not to lose track a bit.