If Life Was Only a Spectacle

Humans live so earnestly everyday. We all know there will be a last night. Someday we will "flutter to the bottom of [our] windowpane[s]." Death is inevitable and because of that people choose to live life to the fullest while the light lasts. As we look through our windowpanes, some days we close our eyes and smile with the sun rays on our faces, as if all our worries have vanished; some days we stand still and hear our heartbeats to the rain pattering and feel vulnerable to the violent lightning bolts. Time stops during those moments. Experiencing those momentary emotions are how people know they are truly living.
Why do humans exist? This universe is so massive and humans are almost insignificant. For all we know, we may only be the chest pieces on the board of some superior being. The undefined "One" in The Death of the Moth gave light to this idea. A name wasn't given to this being, and for a great portion of the piece One was merely pitying and looking down at a dying moth which was identified with the humanistic term "he." One was observing the moth struggling during his last moments and his stiff body as death had taken him away. A wave of strangeness overcame the observer. The strangeness as the life bar diminishes, and the strangeness of the empty Game Over feeling. Life may only be a game for an observer. However, despite this fact, humans will continue to believe that life is their own.

The reason why One kept looking at the moth was because of how interesting and unique the scene was. Windows come in different shapes and sizes and are built with different materials. Humans construct their own type of window and look through the pane in different lenses. People make the decision on how they take on life. Death shouldn't be an overbearing existence. The windowpane should not be feared. Humans should embrace the windowpane as their own and appreciate how life is always in view.