Reflections on Navaratri, night seven
Colour: Orange
Is it not enough for me to see that the egg becomes the larva, the larva wraps itself in a cocoon, and the moth emerges like a living flame free from its own bonds?
Should I tear those bonds before the spark is ready to illuminate, pull apart the fibres and wrap myself in murderous glory?
Beauty does not lie in the eye of the beholder. Beauty lies in beholding without possessing.
In photo: Tussar silkworm moth. Like all other silk moths, this one too is bred in captivity, murdered gruesomely, and its silk stolen for human pleasure. Even the so-called Ahimsa silk involves female moths being ground up in a mixer after laying the egg, males being frozen and then used to force breed, and the process resulting in deformed moths emerging from their cocoons.
