Dust
Dec 07, 2018 • 3:18 PM UTC
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It was not difficult to put together the Foldscope, and the enlightening experience was well worth it. I examined Man in his most reduced and basal form, dust. I collected the dust from the wall outside the classroom, and being eager to see what I expected to be a vivacious microcosm–or certainly a dust mite or two!–I slid it underneath the Foldscope. To my surprise, all I saw was a dark blurred stasis, unmoving dark splotches in my scope of vision. I realized that I was looking at an allegory for the transience of man: after we are gone, all that is left is our legacy, our dust, that of which is both inconspicuous and ambiguous in the long-run. And so, I sympathize with Shakespeare’s Hamlet who proclaimed that “yet to me [Hamlet], what is this quintessence of dust?” Dust is dust, and ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
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