THeocratic DustBunnize

Inside a vacuum, on the other side of a swirling vortex, is a magical world.

The land of dust.

Like our larger world it is inhabited by various physical proxies for malevolent and benevolent beings. Some are formed of cat hair, some of broken and discarded bits of industrial foodstuffs, some of dirt from a distant Sahara, some from your scalp, your backyard. All collected into a neo-polictical organization thrown together by power beyond ken. Sometimes dust eats the vacuum and sometimes the vacuum eats the dust. Sometimes the dust gathers together into a union of dirt more powerful than any one mote. At times the vacuum no longer can hold dust in confinement... and much like a bad Ghostbusters plot it escapes into the surrounding rooms, rampaging, running amok and settling new lands. 1492 in your house. Only smaller.

This all gets us to the point of why dust becomes theocratic. Desire, greed and money. Even dust wants a smiley face on imperialistic, dogmatic, individual quashing behaviors. So viola... a theocracy of dust with a Bunny for a god. Only this is no little god. You don't screw with the rabbit. He's got his own cereal for god's sake. Cartoon too. Now that is power. THe kind of power coveted by those in belonging to other phylumns. The kind of power to manifest at will in billions of televisions, sell cereal and summon an uncountably large army of dust.

Scared? You should be. There are more grains of sand in than can be counted. Once dust and sand form a coalition of the willing not even your beach resorts will be safe. Armies of maids, garbage men, and other cleanup personall will be required to keep us all safe.