M. SCOTT MORRIS My philosophical bone twitched today when I put my iPhone music app on shuffle. The first song to pop up was “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas. It’s a beautiful, slow song. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve listened to it. Sometimes, it’s background noise, like now as I listen again while writing this sentence. But it pierced through me this morning, when I first hit “play.” It starts like this: “I close my eyes, only for a moment “And the moment’s gone “All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity “Dust in the wind “All they are is dust in the wind” The song is both a cliché and a deep truth about existence.