Today I realized why holding manure
in your hand, can be the best life lesson there exists.
To experience how
inconsequential you are, dig a compost pit and create manure. Every time you
regard yourself as someone more than significant to the working of the
universe, find some manure and hold it.
Manure is, what we are.
Manure is, what we will eventually become.
I am not driving questions at
the lessons of self worth which most of us have been taught really well, but a
rather subtle reminder, of how the significance of each individual is the same.
At the end, each one of us shall decompose to become the same manure. Maybe
some of us will yield better manure than others but we will all become the
same.
Each one of us, so involved
in our lives, with egos the size of mountains, forgets this fact.
Being someone who suffered
from this disease of misbelieving that the world rests on her shoulders, I can
safely be considered to be one of the best persons to sermonize over this.
It is necessary, to realize
who we really are instead of the inflated versions of ourselves, that our ego
makes us think we are. It is also
necessary to realize what an infinitesimal role we play, in the gearbox of
space and infinity. Holding manure, seeing the ocean makes me see my
insignificance. Makes me see that though I might fret over being ignored by my
nemesis at a social gathering, the earth will not stop rotating on its axis,
the stars will still twinkle at night. It makes me accept the status, which
technically equates me to an ant and a lion, all at once.
Nothing drives home the principle of uniformity in diversity, better than this thought of how trivial, we all are.
Nothing drives home the principle of uniformity in diversity, better than this thought of how trivial, we all are.
“For dust thou art, and unto
dust shalt thou return.” (Genesis 3:19)
