Karma's a bitch

My uncle's AMAZING sense of humour.

Buddhists believe that all living things carry souls (though they has a different word for it, that I can’t currently remember) and that killing even a mosquito means that they could be killing the reincarnation of a departed family member.

Thus, having accidently cooked an inch worm in last night broccoli I may have inadvertently cooked my own grandmothers soul.

This haunts me.

Plus having seen a cooked inch worm in a pot of broccoli I harvested from my own garden, is an image an cannot get out of my head and I continue to gag at the thought of eating anything that might resemble an inch worm in colour, texture or (spew) taste.

What once is seen cannot be unseen.

So in a bizarre syncretistic mess that is my personal theology to do penance for creating such atrocious Karma by inadvertently cooking an inch worm (aka granny’s souls) I present this proclamation:

I will not eat meat for the rest of the year. (Possibly longer)

I was already moving towards vegetarianism, again, before the Inch Worm Incident.

But now I do it with a Cause! A Conviction! I’m doing it for the worm (and granny’s soul).

Thank you and good night.