Dust and Sin

I was cleaning the house with my mum when she said that there is simply no corner dust cannot reach.
That sparked a few thoughts. I rushed what remained to be cleaned and got straight to typing before I forget.

Well, like dust, there is virtually no corner in my life where I cannot find sin residing. That is its first property I suppose, absolute infiltration. I've learnt over the years to not quite describe it that way though, not to take sin as a substance in and of itself, but a corruption. So perhaps it's not really an infiltration... and this is how sin and dust differs: there are actually places where dust cannot reach, sin seems to enjoy no such boundaries. Or is it?
The song, Near to the Heart of God suggests that there is a place where sin cannot molest.

Like dust, sin really accumulates quickly when we are not looking. Like dust, it is a battle to be fought perpetually.

Like dust, sin can be pretty unnoticeable. I can remember times in army when my nose starts getting sensitive when the bunk seemed pretty clean to me. It was only upon closer inspection when I saw the little streams of dust clinging to the walls near the ceiling... turning around only to see that there was also dust right at the headposts of my bed. It really takes some effort to see it, same goes for the unnoticed sins in our lives.

Finally, like dust, sin is really in our nature. Much of dust is composed of dead skin. We are the generators of dust. One reason why there is dust everywhere in our house is because we reside in it. It's kind of like how with fallen humans there is always sin. It just comes together.

It has been a pretty profitable time of spring cleaning. Thinking of dust and myself.