"Sure, I'm stuffed into a dog's body, but that's just the shell. It's what's inside that's important. The soul. And my soul is very human. I am ready to become a man now, though I realize I will lose all that I have been." The Art of Racing in the Rain. Garth Stein. The dog in this book is Enzo. He is very old and wants to come back human next time.
My soul is very dog. I love humans but I'm not sure I want to be one. I am very happy as a dog. I wouldn't mind being a person, they have thumbs and speech, but I think I would really miss charging around on all fours. Let's face it, without machines humans are plodders. Sometimes I chase birds for fun and admire the way they don't panic but gracefully take to the air. Yeah, I reckon it would be a good life soaring like a pelican or darting around like a rainbow lorikeet. Both of which we see in this part of the world.
Often humans are caught up in their head with thoughts.
Whereas, a dog or a bird is usually in their body in the moment in the world. How about you? What would you like to be next time?
