Soil is not only where we come from but also the place where our existence ends, this dark forever where we go after death, earth earth and ashes to ashes, our brief life poised between two long eternities of soil. I have watched eternity happening rolling and unrolling time, turning it forwards. I have heard the little rattle of dead leaves, light as rain as earthworms eat and cast leaf litter to create soil acting in sweet complicity with both life and death.

— Why Rebel by Jay Griffiths (Page 115 - 116)