If I were to come back in another life, I’d like to be reincarnated as my own clone.

In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.

I would like to return to earth because I love life.

Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.

If trees cut stars and eyes to heaven
I'll bend them back, I'll bend them again
If my skin looks tired and old from living I'll turn right back and live it again

I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as plant and rose to animal, I died as animal and I was Man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying? Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar With angels blest; but even from angelhood I must pass on: all except God doth perish. When I have sacrificed my angel-soul, I shall become what no mind e'er conceived. Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence Proclaims in organ tones, To Him we shall return.

I'll be back. I'll be black. I'll be white black.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

Imagine this coming down,” I say out loud. I believe it’s the mammal in me that has this thought, the mammal that can remember living in trees.

I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.

I was reincarnated as my former self.

In my next life I want to live backwards. Start out dead and finish off as an orgasm.

Here take back the stuff that I am, nature, knead it back into the dough of being, make of me a bush, a cloud, whatever you will, even a man, only no longer make me me.

Now, would you like me to be the cat?