Enlightenment

Elytron: The singular form of elytra, hardened wing cases à la those on beetles, which shield the fragile flight wings underneath.

Kinda like the brave front we put on every single day, cos as soon as we let our guard down, we'll be crushed. We'll never take flight again. We'll turn brittle, crumble and get blown away, winding up in a ditch. We'll moan and try to roll over and die, but we can't.

Cos we're dust. And dust is just a nuisance that everybody wishes would dissipate, but doesn't really go away. Dust just... settles.

(Oh, "dust" and "just" rhyme!)