Bill Knott

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2 Futilists

Even if the mountain I climbed Proved to be merely a duncecap It was only on gaining its peak That that knowledge reached me. * Is there a single inch-- one square millimeter on the face of our planet which some animal human or otherwise has not shit on? Is there anywhere even a pore's-worth of ground-- earth that has never (not once in its eons) been covered by what golgotha of dung? If such a place exists, I want to go there and stand there at that site in that spot, truly and purely for an instant.