Dear Eric, We call your attention to worms. Though sweeping ice age disaster once nearly wiped them out, they have inched back from that brink in brainless trillions. They taught deep sleep to their cocoony babes, learned slow moving and how to live on rot and dung. Nowadays they flourish wherever men have settled, and the rope-like twisting of their copulation loosens the dirt to hold more excrement and the dead. In the dense gardens of Indonesia worms sing all night in bird-like tones. The worms of Oregon smell like fragrant trillium. Think of the miracles that so transformed their slurping throats and dank inhuman hide. Make these miracles yours. What do you hold or hope to gain that betters the wealth of worms? Our teaching and our plans for you will let you lie with worms as one of them. Accept our help, our sympathy, and expert advice. The Worm Council