And what's this demolishing going to do? Put dust all over here.

That's how it is sometimes--
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you're just too tired to open it.

But even of him I can think of with sorrow, now at this moment.

Those times, those people...have gone. How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.

Remember with whom thou hast to do: what canst thou expect from dust but levity; or from corruption, but defilement(33)?

Dry as dust

All we can do is knock the dust off, get up and try to get better.