`Dust in the wind. All we are is just dust in the wind.`
While saying the rosary with my bio-units a few minutes ago, my mind was creating again. The black pearls that was supposed to be worth $35,000.00 over nine years ago is nothing but sand!
Take acid and let pearls sit in the bath of corrosives and sand is all that is left. I don’t know how the market, the vile capitalism of greed and envy, would dare price smooth pieces of jewelry made out of sand and OYSTER spit!
If I saw someone claiming to wear real pearls in her ears, I would chuckle to myself and think out loud: You fool! You are wearing sand! And people work so hard to get these prized formation of irritants from the hard work and within the soft tissues of oysters. I would say: POOR OYSTERS!
And I noticed something else during this mid-afternoon’s yard work: The dried leaves of persimmon, eucalyptus and other fallen debris will soon turn to dust. They are beautiful colors of orange, yellow, red and brown. They have shapes of leaves but death from once green on tree branches. But the drier one are crumbles and still smaller ones are DUST.
This is how I see this universe: DUSTY. People will die and ultimately will be either buried in deep underground and under six feet DIRT. Some will be given Viking’s death of fire and cremation, which is the ideal.
If I were the legislative body of any citizen, I would make burning mandatory, no burial, no ritual. Just turn to dust. After all, we are carbon base, silicon and other elements discovered and yet to be discovered.
Everything material is also dust. By nuking everything and all that is held together by atom (or Adam), vaporized dust remains.
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