We are Filth

DISCLAIMER: 

SCATOLOGICAL CONTENTS AHEAD! 

Why do we recoil at the thought of physical contact or proximity with faeces, especially when it comes from our own body? The excrement today was yesterday's delicious meal. Our urine was yesterday's excellent champagne. Scientists will even tell you that urine is clean because it is sterile; you will not find bacteria in it after your kidney's efficient filtration.

But people who don't do housework regularly may find it revolting when asked to scrub a dirty, smelly toilet bowl, or when tasked to remove clumps of hair and filth from the toilet floor drain, or to unclog the wash basin of its filthy slimy contents. 

To touch the slime ball or gather the hair clumps (especially when it's not your hair) with bare fingers are ideas terrifying enough to seize the hearts of many. 

However, we might want to reconcile with the abject filth by recognising their origins. 

We are the mother of filth, dust, grime and waste. 
We are the mother of the poopoos and peepees. 
We are the mother of the toilet's filth. 
We are the mother of everything revolting in the tiny world of the toilet.

In extension, we are the mother of mountains of rubbish dumps. We are the mother of toxic rivers. We are the mother of pollution. 

When we reconcile ourselves with that, we can face the filth of the world like the bastard child we spawned.