I’m afraid of squishing a bug because I am always worried that it might be my grandfather reincarnated.
Not that I believe he is not worthy of returning in any other earthly form. First, I don’t even know how the process works, if it is even true. If it is true, then I don’t see why it couldn’t happen. My grandfather was a very loving man, loved his family very much I’m sure. I didn’t know him, but that’s what I gather, you understand.
Therefore, why not come back as a fly? Sure you’d smell bad and essentially be detested, but hey, you would sure have a good angle on what’s happening down on Earth; and you’d get to watch over your friends and family without being noticed. I mean, if what you’re into is observation, then being a fly is a pretty solid option.
It’s baffling, really, to think about how the whole process of reincarnation would even work up there–or out there for you new age people; or down there, for you simply less optimistic folk. Anyways, I don’t think that there would be any specific method in determining who goes back down in what form. I don’t think that there is any selection committee that looks at each of the deceased and says, “Well, I think it’s time for Bill to be a frog for a while. Let’s give it a try.”
This means, then, that the process is either totally random; or that the deceased are sitting up there looking through some sort of catalogue of things they can be.
“Well Norm, looks like all that’s available right now are the crocodile, a snail, or a man from Iceland. Now, I never went to Iceland in my previous life, but I won’t remember anything from my previous life once I’m down there so the disappointment of having never been would be gone. I guess I’ll go with the Crocodile, that’ll be pretty badass.”
“Really. Well, you know they’re endangered right?”
“Yea I know. It’s just that I know I’ll get fuckin’ stepped on as a snail.”
“How do you figure?”
“Well, if I see someone coming toward me, it’s not like I can just rush out of the way.”