Monday, July 6, 2009
Book of Mud
You will be hard pressed to find anything that does not come from mud. Try. Everything you are wearing was grown in mud, or grazed on grass growing from mud. Your homes and buildings came ultimately from mud. Okay, maybe gold and some other prima donnas from the periodic table have their own shtick, but chances are they spent some time in mud.
Gold prospectors find flakes or nuggets in good old garden variety mud. Even diamonds are compressed mud. Basically.
"What about meteorites?", you ask. Oh, I don't know...maybe someone else's mud.
The writers from antiquity tell us, "The Lord God formed man from the dust of the ground." Dust plus water makes mud. What water? Maybe God's tears because he knew our pain to come.
My parents often recited this bit from Langdon Smith's poem, Evolution,
When I was a tadpole and you were a fish
In the Paleozoic time,
And side by side on the ebbing tide
We sprawled through the ooze and slime,
Or skittered with many a caudal flip
Through the depths of the Cambrian fen,
My heart was rife with the joy of life,
For I loved you even then.
Photo by coolest photographer I know (and awesome brother): Steven Dean Davis