"DUST shalt thou eat all the days of thy life;" thus saith the Truth at the beginning: and thus again towards the end; "Dust shall be the serpent's meat."
Dust the symbol of death: the residuum of death: as it were, the essence of death.
The serpent brought death into the human family, turning life into death: and dust of death is his dole.
Nought besides dust, nought besides death, as it seems: "His delight was in cursing, and it shall happen unto him."
Nothing, then, that retains true vitality shall be his final prey: nothing but what is dead, utterly, irreversibly lifeless.
O God, Who wouldest not the death of a sinner, but rather that he should be converted and live, convert us,, give us life, revive our life, keep us alive, for Christ's sake, Who broke not the bruised reed nor quenched the smoking flax.