Time Sand

"Nothing is built on stone"

It is a concept.

A perception of sorts, where we perceive this idea of a place where we stand upon a platform of stand where if we dwindle long enough, it might become a paved road beneath our feet.

Tromping through places where feet press into watered grounds,

you might hear your feet sluck as you try to trudge forward,

sinking further into sands that looked stable enough to hold us.

Here it is for certain that I must tell you that no platform is built upon brick, stone, or any other form of concrete material.

We must depress out growing sentiment that we can pave the path before us.

Build the bridge from stone to stone, and use the wood in order to traverse between it.

That is what they tell you in your youth, but that is the lie that is to be sold.

That is the lie in which you might become obligated to an expectation that would drive you to anxiety, desperate to rebuild any crumbling stone platform sitting on sinking sand.

Splitting on loose granules that give no rigidity to the place you aim to build your foundation.

For who are you but one in many, building your dreams and hopes upon a platform believed to be hardy.

Building up with your twig-like wood on a rickety scaffolding set to fall when your neighbor might plow through you.

Yes, toil.

Toil away.

You are one of many.

Another who "must build as if the sand were stone" and that anything born from that might become your home.