There is nothing more or less unique about your human experience than that of a dung beetle having its own. The importance of your politics, religion, ideology, education, affiliation, wealth, etc., is no greater than the routine activity of said beetle, making little round dung balls out of big ones. In other words, self-importance based on routines and gathering more and more is nothing more than a synonym for separation, and dung beetles feast on separation, if you get my drift. Life is living and far too abundant to consider what else it could or should be – you should be too. Living, that is!
