What of the crumbs under His table? I am worse than a dog. I am the dust under his feet, yet the substance on which His holy fingers wrote.
I am dust. I am beneath the dung heap, for on me all animals desecrate; This is the state of man. How then can dust be called “good” by He who is Good?
This same dust that is trampled under men’s feet and disgraced by…
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