Rough draft

Yesterday I fed my worms, and I watched them. They're doing good when there are a lot of little white squiggling worm babies and the grown ups are fat and dark pinkish red. There are no issues with overcrowding. I don't know how they do it, there are so many little white squiggling worm babies in there. I have a hunch about 1/3 of the compost at the bottom of my bin is decomposed worm carcasses.

I actually have a somewhat emotional reaction when I peek inside and see them crawling around my rotting food scraps. This is unbidden, I had to think about it to figure it out. That's nature at work, in that bin, that's why it makes me emotional. These little living things are working around the clock, eating, pooping, laying babies, eating some more, and at the end of it I have all the scraps from my food transformed into nitrogen fixing fertilizer. I'm part of it too, I make food and get the food scraps in there. I'm part of a closed loop, with those pinkish red writhing little living things. I really love that.

Who does not like knowing that on the other end of some expenditure of energy, in my case cooking, is a net gain because they have tapped into a process that magnanimously incorporates their every move into a virtuous cycle?

So this is what I'm thinking about as I prepare to write a paper about modern democracy.