A uniformity of formless, lifeless minute particles in the air shares the same family tree of groundless, hotly-assumed opinions. And, because these particles are everywhere at anytime, it's pointless to avoid them; it clings onto your hair, face and clothes but you would rather leave them alone and continue with what matters to you than to try and remove them like lint - overall, it is a waste of time.
Not that we are gracious to let them stay - minimally annoying - and if you have a dust roller, it is handy, if not leave them be. For a start, these particles doesn't cause any bodily harm. As long as they stay in their nomadic shelter, we aren't bothered by their existence no matter how much of an epidemic: onto our favourite jacket or pants. Only specks to the eye and no one talks about it unless the weather is no longer in vogue to open the first channel of communication.
Negligible and point like, dust is itself self-explanatory.
You're dust and your visibility is formed when no one's looking; no one talks about you except a rag. That's all. But you, dust, is as forgettable and useless like dog turd.
Opinions are just that, unless it can transcend into something better for you and me.
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