 I'm not going to be a victim of my own bad karma. I just want to be able to choose what I come back as. And I've already got my list ready. I'm not sure what's happened already or what's yet to come. If I were microscopic, I'd be a purple amoeba eating green germs. If I were an insect, I'd be a quick black fly on a pull-axe elbow. If I were a rodent, I'd be a mole, soft, blind, and hidden. If I were an inanimate, a rock. I think I'd like this best of all. If I lived inside the ocean in octopus, I would be quietly metaphysical in my ascetic liquid den. In the desert, I would be a cactus, full of holes that are full of birds. If I were a man, unfortunate and yet, I'd be a poet, too fat, too idle, and too secluded. In the future, I would be an angel. In the past, I'd be an ape. In the sky, a drifting wisp of fog, in space, a piece of comet tail. In hell, I'd be a flickering flame feeding on the flesh of just an average sinner. And in heaven, I would happily be a courteous gas station attendant.