There are some that believe in reincarnation. I’m not among them, although I am perfectly willing to admit that I know no more about what lies beyond mortality than you do. Who knows, maybe we’re both wrong. Nevertheless, thinking about reincarnation, I was contemplating what the optimal comeback would be. Unimaginative people say they want to come back rich. Little do they realize that what they’re unwittingly wishing for is enslavement. After all, you’re extremely unlikely to ever run across a rich person who isn’t completely paranoid of losing what they’ve accumulated.
It’s surprising how many people want to come back as animals. The vast majority of people have practically no connection whatsoever with the natural world these days beyond Instagram pics and perhaps a visit or two to the zoo in their youth. Even if you’re talking about less exotic species, one wonders where the inspiration sprung from because most urban dwellers experience little more than pigeons in the sky – which they rarely refer to in loving terms – and practically no one in suburbia could name even two species of birds that frequent their backyards if asked.
Honestly, if I had the option, I think I would choose to be a stone. Not a small one that could be kicked around easily by whatever irritable creature came upon it – but a sizeable one in a desolate place. One would be impervious to heat and cold and never go hungry. Money would be unnecessary, thereby freeing up all sorts of valuable time which wouldn’t have to be wasted in search of it. There would be some banality in terms of the view since one would not be able to shift one’s perspective – being rooted to a single spot. Mortality too would be banished. (Perhaps instead of complaining life is too short you would be complaining it is too long.) But then again as a stone there would be no motivation, let alone any capacity, to complain about anything at all.
One would sincerely hope for a very grand view indeed with a lot of change going on around it in terms of speciation, natural decomposition, and rebirth so as not to go completely mad from boredom. Of course, I am making the rather hefty assumption that as a stone I would have a sense of consciousness that would allow me to perceive and process. Were that to be absent in its entirety, it would be a peaceful, but certainly uneventful afterlife. But who knows, perhaps there is a state of being in the compaction of mineral life that provides a consciousness beyond anything we have ever imagined.