Day: August 3, 2025

I’d like to know precisely what happens to insects
when they die. Sure you can offhandedly say they
just die, but neither you nor I really know that for sure.
Imagine if reincarnation were true and insects
evolved into higher lifeforms. Imagine if once you
or I were merely insects before we rebirthed up
to our human lives with no knowledge of what
we had been or where we had been before this life.
But maybe you are one hundred percent correct.
Perhaps when insects die, they just die and nothing more.
I’d like to see more for them beyond this life.
I’d like to see them have more like humans want more
when they pass on from this impermanent life.
But with some matters maybe I’m too much of an optimist,
too much of a dreamer, too much hoping for happy endings for all.

Bob Boyd

I would like to be able to feel
how a bird’s mind works, how
it thinks, if it feels, especially
when it sings. I wouldn’t want
to feel how it feels right before
a predator renders it dead.
I like to be able to feel how
different bird’s minds work or,
as I suspect, their minds all
work the same, except for
variances between the minds
of predatory birds and bird prey.

Bob Boyd

Troubles with theft, assaults, rapes, murders,
fatal car accidents, mass murders and more
They happen night and day without cessation.
There’s no end to it. Loads of victims too.
No guarantees one day me or next day you.
But these terrible things seem to happen only
to other people until they happen to me or you.
One thing I like about death, maybe the only thing,
when we die, we’re free of the world’s teeming troubles.
Maybe I’m wrong, but I hope what I believe is true.
That the end of life is the end of troubles too.

Bob Boyd