What’s up with insufferable suffering for your art? Woe to the starving artists. Save the children. Feed the poor. They tell us to eat it and like it. Have your crappy cake and eat it too. Why do they roll little, perfectly round balls of dung? Herbivores and omnivores alike aren’t immune to the Egyptian Scarabs nitrogen-rich diet of feasting on their fresh feces. It’s common in the suck hole of Satan's seasonal ritual of eating dookie. Ancient Egyptians revered these peculiar bugs as symbolic of the Sun God Khepri. Natural-born artists.
Not to be confused with Sun Ra. This deity rolls the sun across the sky every day. A loose representation for rebirth and regenerating the earth. You gotta roll with it. Getting your shit together, having a grand old ball, and keeping predators at bay. Beyond eating and the writing on the bathroom wall. Eat shit and die is the only cry heard across the country. Get it together for the good stuff—the preferred method of dung beetle species survival skills. As if they have a choice. A better way. The best chance to be at the top of the heap.
Scarab beetles, placed into the tombs of ancient pharaohs, insured safe passage to the afterlife. Talk about the worst way to crossover with your poop balls in tow. That would keep those old Egyptians humble. They say you can’t take it with you. The little buggers lay their eggs inside these sculpted globular poo balls. This insured the baby buggers would have some instant nourishment after their birth. Crawling out from their dungy bed into the world. Exiting heir earthen burrows after consuming their movable fecal feast. It symbolizes old school rebirth and rejuvenation. Like a fiery sphere of the rising sun that appears every morning to give light to a shadowy world. The earth’s a fine example. The watery ball filled with rocky dirt. Withstanding the test of time as the sun’s rays move through the orbit like the starry dung balls of antiquity. What a shitty way to be born into this world. It’s a dirty job. The invisible insects of the universe have a bowel movement buffet in the smorgasbord of life’s shit.
I know a thing or two about taking a dump. It takes a lot of work and practice to perfect the sculpted round shape and texture of a steaming lump of poop. Like molding a hunk of clay into a stinking sphere. It’s rare to find such perfection and artistic styling on and off the earth. A colossal undertaking in the universe of stars and planets playing pinball, bouncing, and rolling around in outer space. Who knows what evil lurks in the bowels of our galaxy’s shared existence? What kind of scat artists are these creatures? Sounds like a lot of crazy crap to me. I know. A small wonder that we’ve advanced so far and gained so little. How proud these tiny bugs must be! Hard at work, toiling to roll their smelly creations up the hill. Crawling around the cow pies amidst pastures of plenty.
The Greek king Sisyphus, punished for his evil ways, was forced to move that huge rock up the mountainside, only to continue his punishment endlessly. Those dung beetles do it for the cycle of life in their species. Two separate examples of the same fate. For the bugs, it’s survival, for Sisyphus it was eternal hell. The metaphor for life’s creation and rebirth is more complicated than constipated brains can fathom. A bodily function all living creatures must endure. The life span of a scarab beetle is about one month. Not a lot of time to get their shit together. Some varieties can live for a year or so.
One can only hope and dream of a day free from the indignity of daily defecations and a dirty joke dose of reality. Atlas is the Greek god of strength and endurance. Punishment by the wrath of Zeus, Atlas had to bear the weight of the world upon his shoulders. He wasn’t wasting his heavy time rolling that little ball of critter droppings across the universe. He had help from Hercules to give him a break to recover his composure from the curse of having to hold up the earth in the galaxy of a caca world. Get your own crap together before you take on the stinky weight of other people’s burdens.