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There's this spot between my neighbor's house, and his shed that we've come to call "the Piss Spot." The first time I used it, I asked Rob if he wasn't worried about it killing the grass, us pissing in the same spot all of the time. He assured me that you can't kill grass with urine, and so I dutifully pissed in the exact same spot for a week until it was bald just to show him that he isn't the only one that knows a thing or two about plants.
Well one day I'm over in the piss spot, leaning hard trying to make sure my junk isn't traumatizing a neighbors' grandchild or something, and I start thinking about the bald spot in the grass and piss and how piss works in nature and how piss works in society. And it occurs to me that it's not the piss that kills the grass, but the concentration. And for some reason the houses around me caught my attention when I realized that mankind is engaged in the process of concentrating things. Metals, compounds, materials. The minerals that most gold bars are made of any more come from small grains distributed throughout the soil. It's like that with all minerals when nature does its thing. But then we concentrate..refine..filter..purify. Until we've created a piss spot of gold or iron or cement or vinyl siding.
And who knows how long it takes for moss, fungi, sunlight and erosion to eat up a piece of vinyl siding or an iron beam? Or a barrel of used motor oil? I'm sure it's a while. Piss was developed by a seasoned, natural process over millions of years. Motor oil was invented by curious primates less than 200 years ago. Perhaps we'll get better at making our worldwide human piss spot less toxic with practice. I hope so.
I do know this: the grass grows back if I don't piss on it for awhile. When it does grow back, I have to piss on it twice as long because it comes back greener, lusher and longer than ever. And more piss-resistant.
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