Our Humble Port of Entry

We humans are surprisingly proud given our lowly and inauspicious entrance into the world. In a line often attributed to St. Augustine, Inter faeces et urinam nascimur: we are born between feces and urine. And we revert soon enough to something of equal value: dust and ashes.   Entry through a vagina, exit through a smokestack. On and off the  stage in a manner most unbecoming and most unlike our proud strut upon  it.