Ashes to Ashes; Dust to Dust

What am I in this sea of eroded gravel and coble stone?
I am but a speck of dust.
What am I compared to these looming stones,
Standing ever defiant to Lunar's pull?
I am but a passing grain.

Tossed in the turbulent flow of the sea;
Compiled in its sediment; forgotten?
Aye, that is me.
Ended before beginning? Most assured.

Open a book, read its mystery;
Be changed forever.
What you don't know won't kill you.
Reach to the stars!

Knowledge is sin, sin is death--cliche?
Death inevitable, life ensured,
Should there be merriment or struggle?

What am I to all of these?
I am but the ashes of Babylon;
The dust of Eve's perdition.