Y'know the scene in "First Blood Part II" when Rambo gets all-too-familiar with pig shit? It had a huge philosophical impact on me. I don't remember the exact details, but it appeared to involve tons of filth and slop and excrement. Here's where it kicks in, for me: Sometimes when I have to do something kinda nasty -- empty a vacuum cleaner, unclog a sink, scoop up animal feces, etc. -- I recall that scene. Now, my sympathies don't go out to Sly Stallone or the John Rambo character. The '80s are over. No, I think about the fact that there are people who have actually been submerged in shit, and I say to myself, "whatever I'm doing right now is not as bad as that."
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