in the beginning
there was only dust.
dust swirled about, loose and fragile, wild and free
boundless in space, roving spews of future creatures
the fits and starts of early animals destined to cage themselves
cages only of compacted dust
oblivious to their shackles, to true reality
all is dust, dust in their eyes and dust in their homes.
only waiting for their escape.
this is why we are here; to release the dust back into the wilderness of space. to create a wilderness of dust. or to become dust