Continuous interaction with your weblog’s readers is a great way to stay on your toes and keep those memories fresh in your mind. I might be working, for instance, and something someone will say in a comment will bring up a part of my life that I had completely forgotten about.
Like just this morning, I’d forgotten all about my afterlife experience until someone made a moth joke.
I can’t tell you how it happened, or even why, but one time I found myself having an afterlife experience. I couldn’t believe it, but I had somehow died and ended up in moth Heaven. You wouldn’t believe how many moths there were, fluttering around the place. I had to keep my hand over my mouth and nose just to breath, so I wouldn’t suck them in. It was that crowded.
The part that no one has ever believed is the part about the moth God, but I’ll go ahead and tell you anyway. The moth God was a 100 watt bulb that never burned out. I’m not kidding. Just an ordinary, frosted white light bulb, only one that shined for eternity.
I thought about sneaking the moth God back home with me and putting him on my back porch, because the idea of my porch light never burning out again was most appealing. It’s really just the sort of thing that I’d always hoped for.
But of course, I couldn’t. One look around the place, with all those moths fluttering around so happy like that, just turned my heart. I couldn’t take the moth God. That’d be cruel.
Besides, after I’d thought about it, I decided that all the dead moths would probably end up on my back porch. I certainly didn’t want that. It’s already hard enough to fight my way through the believers at night, and that’s just with my ordinary bulb. No, I left the moth God right where I found him. That’s what I did alright. Just left him right there, shining away for all eternity.
Not that anyone believes anything I say. Not about the moth God, anyway.