Most look to the heavens for guidance sound, but there is also enlightenment on the ground.

Holiness in the scooching snail may be risible to some. Yet, shelled one needs no more than that which rides its bum.

How often do we vacillate between wanting more and needing less? Yet, gastropod starts each day with no time wasted opting a dress.

The land of up may be sacred when impropriation and Sitz im Leben follow righteous lines. The land of down, though, is soiled with sin that supports both wanderers and blooming vines.

Not yet in the house eternal, many live fast for a later loss. Alas, look up-down to the snail, whose abode is the self: slow-but-sincere and strong as a Schloss. ; )