It is the timber of poetry that wears most surely and there is no timber that has not strong roots among the clay and worms.
I try and eat really healthy when I'm home but I certainly don't eat worms and snakes.
Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.
I was 21 in 1968 so I'm as much a child of the '60s as is possible to be. In those years the subject of religion had really almost disappeared the idea that religion was going to be a major force in the life of our societies in the West anyway would have seemed absurd in 1968.