To be a little pumpkin seed in another beings belly to a fully grown being walking on a planet somewhere in the universe is a little more than wondrous. Having myself burned to ashes seems just as such. Maybe have myself spread over the islands of Croatia. Having my ashes blasted all over the universe is even more. To be a God; existent yet not.
I want to be cremated. I took enough space of peoples lives as it is. I’d like to be gone from this dimension to make sure I’m reincarnated. It would do me good to burn. I always felt small, having my ashes wrap around a star would finally make me large.