WHERE DOES DUST COME FROM???

It is an ancient myth that dust is actually made up from the bones of Gods and Goddesses, dried upon this earth like a crusty film of dead skin cells. They left bits of themselves down here, so that as they watch on from above, they will feel connected and implemented in a way that is better than feeling nothing at all. In the sky, their eyes fall upon us in long shafts of light, a gently combing hand with fingers slick as salt and smooth as sand.

Today, me and the other atheists have more or less come to the consensus that dust is just dust, and the earth must be exfoliated & freed from the layers of grime the ancients left behind. Rather than being somewhat magical, a sprinkling, if-you-will, of a potent blend of indescribable material that could have drifted down from any far-off body of lust— dust is just the residue of nothing. It collects in places that have no reason to exist other than to fill space between meaningful structure and activity. Under the bed, dust lives a heavy life, cluttering the air with the build-up of nothing at all. In the corners, dust collects in ghost-like webs of cast-off atoms; the particles of life that chipped away and were left like so many un-ripened fruits gone to waste.

Perhaps the philosophical implications of dust could be looked upon through a more magnified lens, and we could learn a great deal about the constructs of this earth and its tendency to spin and spin. If there’s anything that can be gleaned from the proverbs of societies past, we all should know by now that ‘a rock only gets smaller,’ and time only moves in one direction. Perhaps when the world was born, every rock was whole, and every particle existed as a finite component to a well-defined orb-like entity. Now, as the world continues to revolve around the sun, each entity has become less and less whole, and more dust has begun to drift outwards. Dust leaks into the air, turns the oceans to sludge, and corrupts the youth. The housewives of the 50s had it right in devoting their lives to the prevention of caked-in-by-dust syndrome— as the dust flies, so does the time.

Dust is merely the hourglass of the world, building up as we all die away, becoming less and less whole as time saunters on.  There is nothing that can solve this problem, until the nanobots of the future are able to generate perfectly whole units from dust itself. However, at this point humans will have done away with time in and of itself, and we will be able to fly forth into the future with all the glittering space ships of so many proverbial dreams. As soon as time means nothing, so will dust— but until then, we must be wary, and always carry a sham cloth in hand.