SCARAB

 The ancient Egyptians saw the lowly dung beetle as a symbol of the resurrection... each day the sun god Ra was reborn & the sun was rolled towards the horizon. Albert Camus saw the myth of Sisyphus, perpetually rolling his boulder up the steep slope, as a metaphor for modern man. I saw the bugs in real time on the slopes of Mount Parnassus in Greece. As as works of creation these insects are hilarious, miraculous... delightful. Pushing their globes of cow manure, filled with eggs, over the dusty ground.   Creativity equals Spirituality. The Creation is endlessly unfolding in perpetual beauty. It is marvelous. It is going to be alright. The world is perfect. I know because the scarab beetles showed me.