I heard a story the other week about a tour bus in Iceland with a lost traveler. It captured me deeply, in a way that I won’t claim to understand. It had a conversation with my soul. The story is strange. In its most literal sense, it is not particularly beautiful. There is no inherent lesson. But it is ripe for interpretation.
I've been thinking a lot about purpose lately and love how you framed it in the context of the moth analogy.
Keep up the good work!