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― Friedrich Nietzsche 

"Knot up its roads for us, sharpen its flints, Pour the wind into it, the thick sea rain, Blot out the landscape and destroy the train."

― Mary Butts, Corfe

Dust is the solid residual byproduct generated by a wide range of mechanical, chemical, and natural processes.

"Dust emitted from processing equipment that may not contain typical soil components is also considered fugitive dust. In this context, fugitive dust is dust that has "escaped" during any mechanical process and entered the atmosphere."

― Wikipedia, Fugitive Dust

"You’d sing You’d sing not for yourself but to make a self out of the old food rotting in the astral bowel and the loveless thud of your own breathing"

― Leonard Cohen, You'd Sing Too (2006)

“We are bits of stellar matter that got cold by accident, bits of a star gone wrong.” ― Sir Arthur S. Eddington, Eddington Expounds a Mystical Cosmos,

Waldemar Kaempffert, Oct. 9, 1932, New York Times.

We are the Stuff of stars. And there behind my desk, I seem to be returning to my source, in a quiet way. Recombining with the Stuff of the universe into who-knows-what. And I've a heightened respect for what's going on in the nooks and crannies of my very own room. It isn't dirt. It's cosmic compost.

― Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten (1986)

"I always forbade everyone to clean my studios, dust them, not only for fear they would disturb my things, but especially because I always counted on the protection of dust. It’s my ally. I always let it settle where it likes. It’s like a layer of protection."

― Picasso quoted in The Science of Dust, Picasso’s Favorite Phenomenon (The Marginalian) from Conversations with Picasso by Brassaï (1964)

Also see below: 'Dust Motes Dancing in the Sunbeam'. Vilhelm Hammershøi. 1900.

"If you want an interesting party sometime, combine cocktails and a fresh box of crayons for everyone."

Parting thoughts on this Christmas day:” and speaking of gifts, I should tell you a rule. It is not my rule, necessarily. It came from a very grumpy – looking man at a Holiday office party. A man coming down with a full-blown case of Scrooge itis . He had just unwrapped his dinky little present from under the office Tree. in tones of amused sorrow he said to nobody in particular.You know, it’s…

Somo todos um pouco estranhos. E a vida é um pouco estranha. E quando encontramos alguém cuja estranheza é compatível com a nossa, nos juntamos a essa pessoa e caímos nessa esquisitice mutuamente satisfatória a que chamamos de verdadeiro amor.