Whenever I kill a mosquito, I get sad. “What if reincarnation is really real?”, I think. And I kinda believe in reincarnation. “What if I killed Jimi Hendrix’s mosquito reincarnation just a moment ago?” or, “I killed a soul, and it’s not different from my soul, it was a living thing. Am I guilty?”
Maybe I’m just a little weird. If I’m not weird, I am a real criminal and I should go to Hell. I don’t believe in hell or heaven, though. Whatever.