Even what we call excrement still stores up the stuff of our lives.

Eating has to some persons seemed a disgusting process.

But yet it has been possible to say, with Thoreau, that "the gods have really intended that men should feed divinely, as themselves, on their own nectar and ambrosia....

I have felt that eating became a sacrament, a method of communion, an ecstatic exercise, and a sitting at the communion table of the world." The sacraments of Nature are in this way everywhere woven into the texture of men's and women's bodies.

Lips good to kiss with are indeed first of all chiefly good to eat and drink with.