“Being a candle is not easy,” says the preacher, with words he attributes to Rumi, “for in order to give light one must burn.”
Indeed so. But there’s another problem with being a candle: you easily disorientate and confuse a swarm of moths, which might otherwise have calibrated their flight to the light of the moon.
As Shakespeare has Portia say in The Merchant of Venice:
“Thus hath the candle singed the moth.
O these deliberate fools! When they do choose,
They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.”