Civilization Built On Dirt © Surazeus 2022 12 09 We build our civilization on dirt by extracting food crops and minerals so we can nourish bodies of our souls then vote for who will manage our estate as archangel of world authority who runs global food-production machine. We work on farms to cultivate the soil producing crops that nourish us with food, and work in shops to mold material forms constructing machines that enable work, while mortal god with executive skills reigns over our state on the ziggurat. Immortal spirit of the manager, skilled in organizing the labor force, possesses body of each mortal man who plays divine God on the ziggurat till he grows old, so on the verge of death he must choose the successor to his power. While God sits on throne in the temple hall, high on the ziggurat of divine power, he must choose who is worthy to succeed role of God who will judge life or death, his own son, incarnation of his genes, or his minister who earned his high rank. When God chooses his son as the new king, the minister, who works hard all his life, leads angels loyal to his honest cause in rebellion against tyrant of greed, so the Son of God must fight to deserve right to rule over people of the world. In our civilization built on dirt we frame architecture to support power on which the mortal human who plays god can maintain control of fertile land to manage production and distribution of food and minerals we extract from death. The monarch reigns on one arch of state power till anarchists rebel against his law lead by archangel of justice and truth who crowns himself monarch of all the land for humans fight over who owns the land unless they trust one man to judge their rights. Kneeling in the backyard of my small home, somewhere on the global chessboard of Earth, I dig my fingers down into moist dirt and feel cool energy of vital source from which we extract wealth of life through work in our civilization built on dirt.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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