“Wayan. Look at that chicken truck. Those guys are probably really ready to have their lives end. If they knew where they are going and that this is the last day of this life, they would probably be happy. Look at them. Stuffed into cages 8” high, one cage per level, 100 chickens per level, 12 levels high on the back of a pick up truck. Chicken soup by morning. What will they be next life? What could they have learned this life that could kick them up a level in karmic evolution? Hatched, left in cages, fed hormones for 28 days and voila! Ready for the pot… Eat, grow, get eaten. Will they be dogs next time? Not likely. If they could talk to each other they’d be saying,’Whew, thank god this one is over. Better luck next time, sister.’“
If there is karma and rebirth, are we doing the right stuff? Some people tell me they don’t want to come back again? Why? You say life is suffering. You are through with this place. You are out of here. But it sounds like something you were told as a child. “Son, life is suffering. If you are lucky, you won’t be back.” It looks to me like everyone is working on preparing for a better life next time, instead of working on their escape from the karmic wheel. Too bad in the end, someone else decides if we are “out of here” or if we come back as a chicken. Has to be that way or we would quickly run out of chickens.
I used to believe that I wanted out. I prayed that this would be my last life on Earth and I would be sent on to eternal bliss. Now I don’t know. Yes, life is suffering. And it is a whole lot more. It is discovery, joy, hope, disappointment, fun, pain, connection, desire. Really, I don’t even know what to hope for. Eternal bliss? Eternal boredom? Return to Earth? By the way, If I get a vote, I’ll pass on the chicken thing next round.