The Death of a Moth Essay -- Literary Analysis, Virginia Woolf

What started out as an ordinary day sullen out to be one if the worst tragedies in the history of Bangladesh the educe at Nimtoli in Dhaka. I sat in shock as I saw the news reports of the tragic incident showing many buildings on fire burning mercilessly, people running in mayhem with no idea where loved ones are and yet others trapped inside the buildings, screaming, being burned alive. so far, nothing seemed to have any effect on the ruthless fire which kept on burning, claiming as many lives as it could, turning a deaf ear to the desperate cries of hundreds of people. The blazing flames only if devoured everything in their path, burning them to ash. It finally subsided in the early hours of dawn, but the rail at it left behind was monumental piles of debris and dead bodies disunited in buildings which were burned charcoal black. As the police and firemen recovered unmeasured bodies from the ruins, I wondered about the strange disposition of life and closing.In her essa y, The ending of a Moth, Virginia Woolf contemplates how life and death are separated by a single thread of energy and how eventually the squash of death snaps the thread, trounce life and proving its brilliant strength (385). Woolf reflects how life and death are cardinal mutually exclusive kings of nature, yet they are intertwined by the law of nature itself. In the essay, Woolf observes a moth, an insignificant creature at his attempts to enjoy his meager opportunities of a particularly vibrant morning bustling with life, energy and activity (385). However the moth is soon faced with a force which Woolf deems to be far superior to lifes energy. It is a force which would, had it chosen, have submerged an absolute city, not merely a city, but masses of hu... .... They are likewise echoed by humans in an attempt to delay death. However, as Woolf claims, death indeed is the ultimate speech of all liveness things. It is how we reach that destination that matters the most. A ll rational living creatures diverge ever more astray from their original course of life and to make ever more mingled detours before reaching their final aim of death (Freud 32).Robert Frost in his poem Nothing Gold Can Stay writesNatures first green is gold, Her hardest chromaticity to hold.The fact that life is a hue that we want to hold questions Woolfs supposed claims if death is indeed the stronger force of nature and life the weaker, then why do all living beings choose the weaker force? Perhaps there is a force stronger than the force of life and death, one that governs life and death, and that I believe is the force of nature.