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The only way I could have gotten a photo of fresher cow dung would have been to catch it in midair. The dynamics of it settling into its stable shape are still in play, as is Surabhi’s tail settling back to a relaxed state, as I snapped this.

Of course, this particular piece of dung is no longer fresh in reality by the time this photo is viewed, but the image of a fresh patty is fixed forever, or at least as long as the internet lasts and my blog is on some archive.

I suppose eventually the internet will end, and oldtimers repeating the stories they heard from their grandparents as children about instantaneous viewing of far places and all the wonders of the internet will be considered mythical and scoffed at by the pragmatists.

At that time, to see fresh cow dung you will have to follow a cow, but for now, return to this post whenever your life gets too urban complexed up, and you need a break and nothing would purify you like a sense interaction with a real activity in a real cow’s life, or at least a pictorial representation of a particular moment in time of a cow’s life.

” The examples given by the Lord of the conchshell and the cow dung are very much appropriate in this connection. If one argues that since cow dung is pure, the stool of a learned brahmana is still more pure, his argument will not be accepted. Cow dung is accepted, and the stool of a highly posted brahmana is rejected.”

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