Now, depending on culture, religion, geography, and social and economic status, the code can be completely different for each person, and chances are, the human code for YOU is close to impossible anyway, and you feel as though you're failing every day.
(I've pointed my finger at Viggo Mortensen's penis in an earlier review, and nothing happened. Our fingers used to do the talking, and I bet we were a HELL of a lot happier, too. Gone are the days of the finger point to the vagina, the penis, the fire, the meat, the water, the baby, the sky, the ground. Gone are the days of “Ugga, Ugga, Ugga” and all of our problems were solved. Humans have strayed so far from the caves, our code for being human has become lost to us. The horse's trajectory is ruled by nature. A horse eats, it drinks, it sleeps, it plays, it procreates, it eliminates, it dies. Well, how can anyone argue with THAT? She's right. Horses know exactly what to do and they have more fun.” I don't want to come back as one, next time. She answered very matter-of-factly, “Being a person is too hard. Why are you asking God to bring you back as a horse?”
I switched gears quickly, got serious, and said, “Honey. I laughed out loud at her prayer, but then I immediately realized my mistake, when I saw her face. Once, when my middle child was 7 or 8 years old, I was listening to the usual rhythm of her saying her evening prayer, when she surprised me by adding, “And Lord, please remember, when I die, I want to come back as a horse.
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