Moth Woods

Moths are wonderful things. They determine an English summer night in their thousands led to man-made light by mechanisms which we still do not entirely understand. It may be they mistake our lights for the moon and try to keep it on one side but because of their proximity they just spiral in. There are theories that the light causes one wing to move slightly faster than the other. We cannot be certain of any of this just as we cannot be certain of so much in the cosmos - from the propagation of viruses to the structure of the entire universe. All this is totally at odds with the way science books are written, with their defined formulae, there acceptance of the observed over the thought-about. And yet none of this matters because ultimately everything is defined. It may use some fuzzy logic which we struggle to apply to what we see but in the end it all comes down to numbers in the void, long lists of never-ending decimal places, things we may find in the fractals and Julia sets of Chaos. We have no need of intervention - everything is one way - human beings will get everything out and put nothing in.