We humans are bound to and identified with the earth, the dirt, the humus out of which our histories and architectures rise — our monuments and memorials, cairns and catacombs, our shelters and cityscapes.
It's just… this earth, this dirt.
Toy Story 33: no more toys on earth only dirt.
But then, in a literal sense, Mr. Torcellini, a 41-year-old I.T. director for an industrial manufacturer, has left earth — that is, dirt — behind.
The rocket landed right in the mud, pummeling 10 feet into the earth and spraying dirt all over him as he dove for cover.
There's no denying the high, pure beauty of her voice, but there's too much earth, too much dirt in it to call it angelic.
From "Elegy VIII: The Comparison": Then like the chemic's masculine equal fire, Which in the limbeck's warm womb doth inspire Into th' earth's worthless dirt a soul of gold, Such cherishing heat her best loved part doth hold.
Like once, in the street of a vacant neighborhood in Kunduz, he saw a mound in the earth where the dirt lay neatly disarranged, and he got on his knees and blew on it, and he saw the pressure plate, and he stood up fast.
Still, there are things to try, to get around this earth of available dirt: Conquer an existing country.
Most etymologists, those who study where words come from, believe that the word humor is derived from the same root as in the word human, humility and -- my favorite -- humus, meaning "of the earth, connected to the dirt, soil" -- that which makes things grow, where things are real, gritty and full of nutrients.
