dust

Be assured, a God who spoke the universe into existence would not need grains of dust to fight holy wars for him.

The whole fairground with all its memories would soon be smashed into the dust.

Our hearts bear a similarity with storerooms. We hold in them our trampled convictions, our fears, suppressed acts of valor, disappointments, enmity, anguish, secrets, things we wish we should have done, things we wish we shouldn__ have, regret.And continue piling them up with emotions, memories, conversations which did happen and conversations which didn__, soured relationships and bitter people all of which we should have discarded, we keep it within until there is no space left, until the room is full, occupied after which we go on to lock it. Once in a while we happen to open the room and sight the dust accumulated all over, we relive each moment, each memory and each emotion again and soon fall upon the realization as to how deeply the room is in need of cleaning and so we clean it.We clean it so that we can fill it once more, hold it, bear it, relish it, heal from it and then finally let it go.

Wise is the one who flavors the future with some salt from the past. Becoming dust is no threat to the phoenix born from the ash.