Eat of the Dirt Eat of the dirt. Fear not desecration of your body by the dirt, but rather, desecration of the dirt in entering your body. Dirt is a manifestation of a power far beyond our knowledge. It is of the ages and forces. Kick it, stomp it, eat it, but curse it not, for it represents timeless cosmic force and immeasurable power, and is a product there-of. It is superior to the works of man, for it is of God. Know ye that man is but dirt? For all he may deny it and wail against it, it is the truth, and it will not be made otherwise by eloquent speech nor earnest desire, for this is the nature of truth: that it remain so. He speaks of the great aspirations, the magnificent accomplishments, the ultimate beauty and superiority, of an organized pile of dirt. We are, in truth, lower than dirt, for dirt is good, but are we? I stomp, and the dirt rises. God stomps, but do we rise? We are icky, stubborn clay, watered down by our own nature, thus we cling to an earth as final which should only be a start, a beginning. We must dry out our evil in the light of God, and then we, too, will rise with the spirit, higher than dust. But if this world is man's end, how much lower is he than dirt! Indeed, lower than dung, which is but dirt with it's life leached out by an animate parisite. Do we not return to the dirt in death? Yet we curse it and pretend to be disgusted by it. These are your ancestors whom you curse! This is your progeny which disgusts you! Dirt is the culmination of long ages of dynamic force acting as a part of God's plan, and we are but an incident of years, yet we presume to be greater than dirt. If we consume dirt, we do honour to ourselves, for dirt we were, dirt we are, and dirt we yet shall be, and only man's soul, greater than all men put together, will ever be any better. Not dated, probly ca 1976