sometimes i want to know stuff but i remain ignorant by and large. i looked this moth up and it was just a name that didn't say anything about the moth which doesn't really have a name anyway. i understand why we name everything, but, why do we have to. if something is it is what it is if it never is named at all, living and dying without a name. why not. i didn't like my name. it never felt like me. i didn't become doug, or grow into it, i merely succumbed. the thing of it is, being the naming species, how do we become who we are, the one without a name. how do we become unnamed again. 
however, i'm still wondering, why are these moths so still. they seem like time stopped for them, and they are not dead nor alive, yet they are.