Last night, as mom and dad snoozed in their recliners following dinner, I quietly slipped out of the house. It's been a while since I could see the stars, and there's nothing quite like the eerie beauty of the farm drenched in darkness.
I plopped myself in the middle of a grassy bank and realized, quite quickly, that I wasn't alone. The fields and woods were alive with the blinking symphony of fireflies. And I couldn't help but wonder -- is this twinkling dance of theirs what humans do in seeking a mate, as well? Isn't what we're truly after that glow, the undeniable, individual illumination radiating from another that ineluctably draws us in? It's magic, in its power and its singularity. We seek to match our spark to the glow of our other.
And then, I wondered, if fireflies never get it wrong, why do we?
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