The moth splashed into the wax, wetting the wick and extinguishing the flame. He stuck there on his back, his body suspended in the air. The man notices his candle is out and goes to re-light it when he sees the moth struggling. "What shall I do?" he asks his friend, "He's still alive."
"Light it, it's just a moth."
"I can't burn him at the stake."
"He's gonna die anyhow. Who cares?"
"Well, I know he will die, but I can't add to his misery. If you were going to light a pile of logs on fire and they rolled over on top of me, would you just go ahead and light the fire?"
"The moth is not a man," said his friend.
"And we are not moths," said the man.
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