Being What You're Supposed To Be...We Hope

A lot of Native Americans believe every living thing has a soul. And that’s really quite a beautiful thought…isn’t it? But it does bring up a question. At least in this slightly skewed brain. How does…what’s what…get decided? See, if every living thing has a soul, then before any living thing gets hatched or sprouted or birthed, there must be all these little souls floating around heaven waiting for their assignment. So, how does it work from there? Do the Angels whoosh a bunch into a special room…I think that’s what you must have to do with floaty souls is whoosh ‘em…where God does the deciding? The Boss Angel says, “OK you guys line up.” And then God starts down the line…”Let’s see…Hmmm…according to my “What’s what” list…you’re going to be an oak tree…on your way. And you…a rose bush. Squirrel for you…OK...down the line here it's bunny…insurance salesman…dandelion…NBA player…you’ll make a great butterfly…Miss America for you…ladybug here…mosquito…sorry about that, but somebody has to do it. And finally for today…last floaty soul on the right down there…it’s lawyer for you pal…once again sorry about that, but somebody has to do it. But what if some floaty soul takes cuts? And they don’t end up being what they’re supposed to be being. Now that explains a lot of stuff doesn’t it? No wonder that clown doesn’t get it…he’s not supposed too. He’s not supposed to be an IRS guy…he’s supposed to be a bumble bee.