Dust is small but its importance is enormous. In fact, a dust produces the simplest of all living beings from which all the complicated ones come from. In a dust, we find the signatures of everything dead or alive. The largest of all structures, which we are so proud of, are in fact made of dust. On the other hand, the smallest of all living being finds their shelter in the same dust. Dust has been here since the beginning of time and will continue to exist even after the definition of time will cease to exist. Dust has co-existed with the Super Power for all times and has defied the parameters of life and death. Dust is ubiquitous and eternal.
What makes the dust so beautiful ultimately is not its eternity but its humility. A mere wind can blow it as it pleases. A child can make a castle out of it with his tiny inarticulate hand. One can walk over it without being fearful of reprisal. It is the dust, in which anyone takes the ultimate shelter of death and no question is asked to him/her, not judgment is passed onto him/her. The dust never asks you for your identity and never treats you any differently. It does not know how to differentiate between rich and poor, small and big. It just remains a witness and everything that we create and destroys. It never changes who it is because it does not assume an identity, never signs a paining, never put a logo, and never gets nominated for a prize.
It also inspires us to never let ourselves feel significant again. In fact, in all of our pride, we are not be even of the size of a dust particle. We are less than a dust particle when we compare our largest creation with the earth. If you go one step further, and look at stars, even the earth becomes smaller than a dust particle. The dust, in a way, warns us from comparing because nothing is smaller than it and nothing is bigger than this.
We are so lucky that we have come from such a thing. Nothing but the dust itself is our mother. And, one day, we will go back to it. Let's look forward to it. Let's look forward to coming home.
It also inspires us to never let ourselves feel significant again. In fact, in all of our pride, we are not be even of the size of a dust particle. We are less than a dust particle when we compare our largest creation with the earth. If you go one step further, and look at stars, even the earth becomes smaller than a dust particle. The dust, in a way, warns us from comparing because nothing is smaller than it and nothing is bigger than this.
We are so lucky that we have come from such a thing. Nothing but the dust itself is our mother. And, one day, we will go back to it. Let's look forward to it. Let's look forward to coming home.
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