“I have weird friends. I mean, my friends are weirder than your friends… by orders of magnitude. No matter how weird your friends are.

So I can talk about these kinds of things with my friends and we mostly understand each other.

The other night subject of reincarnation came up. We wandered around it amicably for a while and then one of my weirder friends said this:

“I don’t think we reincarnate to work out our karma.”

Everyone paused. Some of us drank. Or worse things.

“No. I mean I have three dogs and two cats.”

I tried to inhale a liquid at this point and failed to breathe in the most dramatic fashion. Some would call this synchronicity. Others? A coincidence. I don’t care. Because, for a moment II literally thought I might be about to reincarnate. Right now.

The strange mind beside me eventually continued:

“I think we incarnate, and then… well, our dogs and cats … »work out our karma for us, and we’re totally oblivious to this. I think that we just exist so that the pets we keep work out the karma of the entire universe, meanwhile, we think that they’re ‘simple’.”

Someone said: “What about those of us who don’t have pets…?”

One of my dogs showed up right when he said this. And I was having a problem that didn’t, thankfully, involve oxygen acquisition.

I said “Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure that this dog right here just wants me to make some more karma for it to process. Because he’s got that ball in his mouth. Do you actually see the look in his eye? It’s a dare and a challenge at the same time.

We think we throw balls for our dogs. But what are we »actually doing? “

Another freak said: “Enact the ancient encryption protocol between our species.”

Nemo dropped the ball … and it rolled right to the speaker’s feet.

And caught on fire.”

— Bobby Yingo at Home