“The ground I sit on is not the ground I sat on.The ground I sat on breathed and moved and shuttered and moaned.The ground I sit on is still and silent.The ground I sat on pushed out green things and was crawled on by all manner of crawling things and walked on by walking things.The ground I sit on feels no pad nor hoof nor foot nor claw.The ground I sat on was belly-earth, was food-land, was eating-soil.The ground I sit on is soot and silt and frost and weed.So I stand.”