Have you ever thought so much about life after death that you got to the point of internally debating whether or not to kill an annoying insect? I mean, really thought about if it is wrong, or whether Karma, or God, or whatever will haunt you because of this action? You want to do it, but you feel guilty.
Well, right in my garage, I have a fly that is annoying the hell out of me as I write. I desperately want to smash it against the wall, but I just feel like taking any life is not right. I mean it is only an insect. It does not know any better. Why should I be the judge of whether it lives or dies?
