Mother's Day between piss and shit

There is something frisky about saying "we are all born between shit and piss," a phrase attributed to Augustine of Hippo, an early Christian philosopher and a man dubbed "saint" by some.

The down-to-earth friskiness seems to be leached out of the matter when employing the Latin from which it is a translation: "inter faeces et urinam nascimur." You can almost hear the deep and dulcet bowing of cellos in the background of a sentence spoken in Latin. "Piss and shit" are more rock 'n' roll.

It's Mother's Day today -- a day between piss and shit and yet so much more as well. Freud does a jig and untold numbers remember their memories as they remember them ... warm, fearsome, salving, loving, hopeful, dashed ... all emanating from between shit and piss.

Who remembers what and how? Are such memories born even as all were born, between shit and piss?

Say one word on the topic of Mother's Day and you can count on it -- you're fucked.

A frisky business, that.