Compost heaps are totally a perfect metaphor for the human soul! Or, at least, for human creativity. I don't know if I'm getting any more holy or loving without conscious effort, but I do think ideas generate down in the darkness with the worms and the centipedes. But maybe it is a good metaphor for spiritual transformation, because it's the little choices we make every day, that don't seem to mean much, that all pile up and transform our souls, eventually.

Metaphor aside, isn't composting cool? Gardening is proof that magic is real.