Being as 'informed' as I was and close to a flowing stream, I knew I couldn't just leave my deposit just sitting there waiting to contaminate the water. I didn't want to be held accountable during my lifetime review for starting an e.coli outbreak. “You almost made it to Heaven… but remember that one time in the woods? Let us show you what came of it..."
The actual problem was that I didn't dig a hole as I should have done prior to squatting. I didn't have a shovel and quite frankly probably wasted too much time debating whether I could or couldn't hold the call of Nature and you probably know what happens when one delays in such ways... Of course, the thought of using a stick to dig the hole never crossed my mind either. Too bad, for such hole would have allowed me to simply cover my carnality with dirt and emerge from behind the bushes as if nothing had ever happened.
Unfortunately, at least it seemed so at that time, the only answer I could think of was to do the unimaginable for me. Face the 'fruit' of my body and pick it up into a plastic bag just like one is supposed to do with doggy poop. What a cruel thing to demand of civilized man. How humiliating it is to have to face your own poop. How could Creator be so merciless and design such beastly bodies and experiences? Didn't 'he' know that in heaven such issues are non existent? How could 'he' in good conscience go ahead and create such 'carnal' planet?
To be continued...