This was me (above) enjoying the perfect life until this . How did I start out in Nirvana and end up here …. again? Was I a bad cow after all? I mean the truth is I was a cow in the midwest, not India so my days of mediation would be cut short anyway but I didn’t know cows go to humans after all. I think I was a human before so then is this a continuing cycle between the two being eaten and eating… the grass? Oh well, at least I had my moments in the milk and sun so it wasn’t a bad life after all. Yet now I only crave my past self between two sesame buns with a little ketchup, please.