I saw fire. I was getting burnt.

　　Now I`m in the air.

　　Floating.

　　Endlessly.

　　Just like life. We`re all just floating around from point A to point B in this endless loop. There`s no end point, right? We`re just continually in motion without really getting anywhere.

　　Is it the same as purpose? Does purpose have a destination?

　　Maybe the point of life is to suffer. Is that the same for humans? I`m not sure. I don`t think so.

　　Thinking all of this is hard.

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　　And I don`t need to eat grass.

　　I`m not worried.

　　Because I now know that soon I`ll end up back in the body of& maybe a bull or another animal.

　　Who knows.

　　Nobody knows what`s going to happen in this life. Well, apart from me. I have the intelligence to decipher this.

　　But I have this feeling that I`m not anything special. Because really, I just keep going back to the boring life that I`m used to.

　　So, even with a special mind, I just end up in a body trapped in this hell we call life.

　　What am I? Am I truly the only one that has this ability? I didn`t know before because probably no one died at that time.

　　I want to be special and leave this cycle. But I can`t. I really can`t. I can`t control the wheels of life. I can`t control the wheels of death.

　　I`m not special.

　　I`m not special at all.

　　I`m just like the masses.

　　I`m just like the herd.

　　So I`m nothing. Like I am now.

　　I mean nothing.

　　I don`t contribute anything.

　　I`m just part of the air.

　　Floating.

　　I`m floating around this world.

　　This bullcrap world that has done me no favors.

　　Done me no favors but give me grass.

　　Bullcrap.

　　Bullcrap.

　　Nothing matters. I don`t matter.

　　Bullcrap.