If I remember correctly, the more dust there is, the better the colors of a sunset... so don't begrudge dust!
But isn't it amazing how perturbed we are when our beliefs, convictions or dreams turn to dust. If we could only remember the beauty in dust (and that it holds the 'seeds' of everything), perhaps we would not be so upset.
I wish I could tell you more about George Madan. There were apparently a few of them -- English in the late 1800's. The neice of one of them is credited with giving the planet formerly known as Pluto it's name. I'm thinking the most likely would be Henry George Madan, who went to Oxford from 1857-1864 (or so) and became the Science Master at Eton. Another was a missionary to New Zealand, and another was a vicar in Dursley.
It has been my experience that people who rely on faith do NOT celebrate the dust of their exploded beliefs.
Apologies to any other Illustration Friday illustrators who are aggravated that I illustrated "dust" rather than "dusty."