It is dirt. Basically, it's cosmic crud.

It's literally dirt. It's basically cosmic grime.

we feel the dirt on it could be somebody's ashes.

Time is either gold or dirt. It is dirt to the lazy, and gold to the diligent.

If one's in the doghouse with the Chief, he gets the crud. He gets the tax cases and some of the Indian cases, which I like, but I've had a lot of them.

The list of things that they want is basically everything.