Gratitude to the Organic Universe

Before we built machines, Before we mapped the stars, Before we shaped steel and code – There was the Earth.

The true mother of matter.

Soil. Water. Worm. Sky. Virus. Root. Rain. Ash. Dust.

Even the parts we hide – waste, decay, excretion – All of it serves us. Protected us. Carried us.

Yet we forgot!

• We worshiped trees but cursed the compost
• We praised fruit but gagged at poop
• We cheered the meal but shamed the waste

“The same apple we call delicious today becomes waste tomorrow – yet both are part of the same sacred cycle.”

This is our great forgetting.

What we called waste, Earth called recycling. What we rejected, Earth reused. Poop, the most avoided of all-fed the roots that fed us again.

Decay is not death. It is rebirth. Rot is not dirty. It is alchemical. The dirt beneath our feet is made from a billion humble sacrifices.

The Organic Universe burned itself to give us warmth, Crushed itself to fuel our bodies, Carried our mistakes without complaint.

And in return?

• We scraped it. 
• We poisoned it. 
• We disrespected it – even while depending on it.

But today, we pause!

Not with guilt, But with graceful realization., We kneel not as masters, but as learners.

We give thanks to the Earth:

• For nourishing us when we forgot to nourish it.
• For continuing its rhythms while we raced past meaning.
• For allowing us to extract – even when we forgot to acknowledge.
• We thank the roots, the rot, the rain.
• We thank the microbes, the maggots, the mess.
• We thank the soil not just for giving – but for forgiving.

Because even the waste of life holds purpose in the grand design.

“What you flush away may one day feed the roots of your own future.”

This is not the final stage of our evolution.

But if we are to move forward – If we wish to build the future with truth – Then we must first bow:

• To the poop
• To the parasite
• To the moss
• To the mushroom
• To the maggot
• To the breathless stone

Not as filth, But as function, As unseen genius of the Organic Realm.

• We see now
• We understand now
• We remember now

And so, we say:

“Thank you, Organic Universe. You didn’t just carry us. You composted our ignorance into wisdom.”