Thor, you've forgotten that the TOE is Irreducibly Comical, and thus you have put your immortal sole at risk.Real science did not really get going until Christians began applying the inference of a lawful universe made by a rational God to the study of the physical creation. --Faith
The proximity of the organs of love and excretion has a long literary history: as expressions of revulsion, as a metaphor for our supposedly "dual" nature--angels of love who lust and shit--and sometimes as a reminder of mortality. Here's one of my favorite bits from W.B. Yeats, where it is put to somewhat different use:
Crazy Jane Talks to the Bishop
I met the Bishop on the road And much said he and I. 'Those breasts are flat and fallen now, Those veins must soon be dry; Live in a heavenly mansion, Not in some foul sty.'
'Fair and foul are near of kin, And fair needs foul,' I cried. 'My friends are gone, but that's a truth Nor grave nor bed denied, Learned in bodily lowliness And in the heart's pride.
'A woman can be proud and stiff When on love intent; But Love has pitched his mansion in The place of excrement; For nothing can be sole or whole That has not been rent.'
God gave us the earth. We have dominion over the plants, the animals, the trees. God said, â€˜Earth is yours. Take it. Rape it. Itâ€™s yours.â€™ --Ann Coulter, Fox-TV: Hannity & Colmes, 20 Jun 01