The ant I'm castigating was once a miserable man. For all his hateful cruelty and unfaithfulness, he was reincarnated as an aimless and inarticulate ant! What angelic (or is it demonic?!) pleasure I feel when I see him hobble, as if to escape his . I kick him with my feet, all the while kicking him with my words, until he scarely moves. I want to prolong his agony rather than end him swiftly. But in the end, karma comes around and "end" him I do, crushing him first then grinding him into Sartrean nothingness!!! It's better than an orgasm!