The desert approaches. Slowly.
It looms over some of us.
Get me a glass of water,
and let me build a village.
Yet the village will be consumed too.
Village after village.
As each one melds with the sand,
so too does its lesson.
The desert approaches. You won't be ready.
Yet you already are.
The howl of the wind almost sounds familiar,
but it too will be consumed,
by the end of all things.
Isn't it beautiful?