There's more than dust in the center, and I suppose this is why things fall apart. When a satellite explodes, the pieces may move outward, but the center of mass stays in the same place. You can expand, extend, blossom, swell; it won't change a thing. The center remains. Conservation of momentum is a bitch sometimes.
The only way to escape this horrifying eternity of being is to focus on one part of yourself, to the exclusion of all others. In this frame of reference there can be change and development and motion. This is how things stay sane.
The only problem is that to do this you must deny a part of yourself. Focused on finding motion and vigor, you don't even acknowledge the existence of a part of your being. You can have peace, but you must pay with part of your soul.
The forgotten is what we've given up in our zeal to deny our elemental selves. And I am the worst of all for having realized this and still done nothing.