This is serious, by the way: Apparently sh*t happens due to something like the darwinian â€œOrigin of Fecesâ€œ?
Every now and then, science puts forth a theory that â€” at least on a bitterly cold December day, with a flu infection stirring fatigue in a certain science journalist â€” resonates with grand poetic truth. The theory: the incredible complexity of life on Earth, the myriad of forms and forms and functions, owes its existence to poop.
Speaking of which, there are a couple of new-ish books on the subject: Whatâ€™s Your Poo Telling You? by M.D., Anish Sheth and Josh Richman helps you know how youâ€™re doing by your doody. And Poop Culture: How America Is Shaped by Its Grossest National Product by Dave Praeger, who sniffs out all things scatalogical on â€œyour #1 source for your #2 business,â€ poopreport.com.
I donâ€™t mean to dump (ahem) all this on you, but if you google â€œpoopâ€ you will get about 1,300,000 returns. If you google â€œscience religion humanities,â€ you will get only 215,000 returns (but Metanexus will be #1, and thatâ€™s no #2!). Apparently, we have more interest in poop than physics, philosophy, or Protestantism put together. Iâ€™m sure thereâ€™s a reason. Iâ€™d look into it further, but Iâ€™m (â€¦wait for itâ€¦..) pooped!