A Perplexing Perplexion

This is a story told to me by Mircea. I once gazed from above at a rabbit chewing on leaves in the valley. It bounced from one spot to another gnawing and nibbling. It's life was indeed perplexing. I watched as it hopped and ate. I found myself wondering what the rabbit thought of while it ate and hopped about. What did it think about while it lived out its days? Where did it go during the days? What things did it see? Does it even notice things like that or even care? I found myself holding a leaf and wondering does the leaf feel the pain of being eaten by the rabbit. If so, did the rabbit know the pain it was causing the leaf? Would the afterlife remind the rabbit's soul of its wrongdoing? Did the rabbit have a soul? So many questions I wanted answers to, from the view of the rabbit or the leaf. The view of an all-knowing being as myself, knew nothing of the rabbit or the leaf. So I followed the rabbit. I watched it go from place to place eating. I watched as a wolf seen it and chased it without victory. I watched as it napped in a mass of grass on the banks of a creek. I found myself thinking about the dreams of a rabbit while it sleeps. Does a rabbit dream? The more I thought of the rabbit, the more I wanted to be the rabbit and the more I envied the rabbit. How dare the actions of the rabbit cause me to envy his leaf chewing.

It was at that point, when I envied him the most, the wolf from earlier finally caught him and bit his head off.