Monday, December 5, 2016
in the wind
It has been said (and sung), that we have been, and will become, dust.
Eventually. Inevitably. Dust.
I assume that will be my body turning to dust. Not my soul, because my soul will surely turn to light.
Eventually. Eternally. Light.
So, if they (my body and my soul) stay together, eventually, I assume I will be well-lit dust.
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The day after I dust my furniture, it is covered again with the same amount of dust. I am getting older and turning into dust which constantly is somehow attracted to my furniture.
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