Humility

My dregs are discharged in a brilliantly defiant act of defecation. What else springs forth from my boundaries so confidently and leaves such a permanent record of its existence? The origin of the word ‘bowel’ is the Latin word botellus, diminutive of botulus. Botulus means sausage. Do you like sausage? The anus is a rebel, and it revolts against the mouth. What is the product of the mouth? That drivel sound. Am I a musician or not? Do I tend towards my anus or my mouth? Should I put my confidence in words and sounds and the pulses of rhythm, or in the production of a load? I fear that these floating waves are too impermanent. I want to see the results of my thoughts and my being manifested in mounds of earth, clay, wood or shit. Ontogenesis. This describes the development of a being from its earliest stage to maturity. Shall I posit my desires, shall I transfer them to this invisible pile of pages? What have my fingers done but tap on plastic? Where is the product? A dog wanders the steppe with a noble air until it comes time to shit. Watch its face very closely as it does and you will find the shame in its eyes as it bows to its own superior creation, its coiled feces steaming on the ground. As it parts from the anus completely, it’s visage will snap back as it was before, a pillar of aloof self-confidence. Seeing this perfect creation burst from its bowels, though; this is enough to humble any creature.