MANURE

The stinky shit and the rotting dead we abhor – yet these are the horn of plenty !

Can we learn to love the smell of healthy shit? How hard can it be? We already learned to tolerate polluted shit.

Everything new is born out of shit, sprouts up from old ashes and bones.

The old body is gone, thanks to beetle and worm: Out of steaming dung, the new being is born.

Every birth is a chance for change and every death a reckoning.

Life in its glory dies and lives on, ever renewed, ever fresh, ever aging, ever stinky.