In some cultures moths traditionally have been associated with death. Perhaps because of their often ominously dark coloring and nocturnal ways, so different from their delightful diurnal counterparts the butterflies, or perhaps because of their fatal attraction to flames. In any case, I know I found them repellent in an almost instinctive way when I was a child. So, not so surprisingly, I found this moth resting by a clock to be a worthy focus of rumination on mortality.
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PHILOSOPHICAL MUSINGS (AND A BIT OF DARK HUMOR)
Michelangelo's Moses, Dying Slave and Victory, recreated entirely with bones. They were impressive and provocative, immersing one in somber meditation about mortality and the meaning of it all.
[Supposedly the bones are all from herbivores; no disrespect meant, but what if a few human bones were thrown in as a cheeky prank? -- I remember once asking my mother, half-seriously, if she wouldn't like to donate a rib to me upon her death, for use in a piece of artwork]
