First thoughts AS i was reading assignment:
What makes you so sure i am human? Certainly over the decades i've had my doubts. So many things (bigotry, jealousy, revenge) about human behavior i have excellent intellectual understanding of, can explain psychologically---yet emotionally? They're inexplicable, alien to me---somehow knowing fear is the seed of all those unpleasant manifestations of humanness makes it worse---because how do you not have compassion for anything that's so afraid of so many things? But you have to be careful because scared beings lash out, they wound even those trying to help. i've come to terms with being a bit of universal consciousness currently inhabiting a human body, making the best of it.
Then, ahhh, (laughing, silly me). oh yes...i see where you're going with this...i can play...still...it would likely depend greatly on just what kind of day i've had and how much actual human contact i was willing to endure at that time.
Shapeshifter perhaps--to have options--but then, open book that i tend to be, how do i resist getting into how tedious it would be to physically shift shape when one can project consciousness?
If you had asked 4 decades ago i likely would have left it at this which uses all the words from an actual exchange with a friend of the time just rearranged by my dreaming mind to rhyme---awoke the morning after with this version repeating in my head, like an earworm. It wouldn't stop till i wrote it down:
As a friend and i chatted quietly,
about poems and myths and identity.
i said suddenly over my beer,
you know, it's rather queer.
Tho a lioness i was born,
i'm sure i'm kin to the unicorn.
He laughed and said "But of course,
the unicorn, dear friend, is a freak horse.
© efbarmore 1968
(Another sigh, more of a 'huff' of exasperation--with myself)
If i had my druthers my earth life would be as a dolphin, descended from those who made the wiser choice to return to the sea. Someone once argued to me that they leave no artifacts: Buildings, Technology, Tools, Art. Hold up, said i, the absence of the first 3 shows just how intelligent they are--they haven't cluttered up their environment with things. But 'no art'? Have you ever watched them? They have elevated play to art form, they dance in and on the water. That the only permanent record of that is films humans make of them does not negate what they create. Most any Buddhist can tall you---all of life, despite all our striving to make it otherwise, is ephemeral in cosmic terms. Clearly Dolphins understand that: Elizabeth Gilbert had it 2/3 right: "Eat, Play, Love" is a Dolphin's life.