In a garden bursting into life
The moth is such an insignificant creature in this enormous world; however, Woolf believes that no matter how small a creature, it is still a complex being that embraces power. It looks out at the world through a window and “[flies] from one corner of his compartment, and after waiting there…to the other,” trying to escape his depressing life and into the one he wishes to be a part of (Woolf 696). The moth is like ordinary people in the world. They look out of their own lives or in the moth’s case a window and wish to be a part of a different life. The butterflies that are able to gaily fly around are like celebrities who are able to live the lives they wish lavishly. No matter how important a creature seems when it is alive; all individuals have the same impending fate. Death. Death does not wait or bypass anyone, no matter how rich, poor, beautiful, or ugly a being. The butterfly may be able to live a happier life...