Their wings are real, but they might as well be made of wax. If they get too close to the light, they are zapped. But that doesn’t stop them from spending hours each night, flying in circles towards the light.

The metaphor works, but it’s the science that leads me to wonder. Why bodies command something destructive.

The moths have evolved to use the moon’s light to navigate. Something that has evolved as a survival skill is complicated when their world is changed. Electric light interferes with their body's ancient knowledge. The moon’s light enters the moth’s eyes at the same rate allowing the moth to fly straight; the short distance electric light is distorted, its wavelengths entering the eyes at different rates, desynchronizing their wings, and causing a spiral flight. The path that is taken is the Fibonacci spiral, an element of efficiency that is involved in many natural processes, including the organization of galaxies. I consider the connections between systems small and large and the dependency of the body to its environment.