…to face in the Last Judgement. I’m fully aware of what is keeping me bound to the wheel of samsara. I can see my victims in the mind’s eye of my nagging conscience, arrayed like an illustrated group portrait in a children’s book, except that their faces are set in anger, and each of them is pointing at me and saying, “Yes, that’s the fucker.”
This is where I started cackling, Gutbloom. Like you, I’ll have my fair share of frogs, birds, insects, boar, and a couple Afghan goats demanding vengeance. Loved the essay, btw. Keep writing them and I’ll keep reading them!