Pretty much since we passed the here-comes-the-airplane, open-the-hangar stage, I’ve been trying to get Arthur to stop gesturing with his utensils. Particularly loaded utensils.
So last night at the dinner table I said:
Don’t wave your pork at me.
Pork is a funny word.
Okay, here’s an interesting topic (for Wiccans anyway—the rest of you go read Tom).
Via Pagan Soujourner, I find that Essais wonders what’s up with using salt on the altar to represent Earth.
As a symbol of earth, it hasn’t got a lot going for it, other than just sort of generally being a mineral. Lots of other things do that. It’s a consumable, yes, and associated with hospitality, but the reason for that is also its rarity…
So it’s supposed to represent Earth. In that case, why not use…earth? Dirt’s free. It’s plentiful. And when you don’t need it anymore…there’s an obvious place to put it.
