Sand

As my hands scribbled out this drawing my mind relaxed. I was thinking about how the sands were like people. Some are fortunate to be supported by the majority, Happily basking in the light, visible to all with no pressure. Some close to the top constantly shifting to work their way to the light with less pressure. Others in the pressure and dark but happy that there are many others below them. Some were hopelessly under a great pressure without any light at all. All of them being pulled down by gravity to a very small porthole,...Until the last one falls through happy that they ended on top....They celebrate in the stillness,...Until the glass is turned up-side down...And THAT is when the ones that enjoyed the top,... hold the majority..."The first shall be last,...and the last shall be first"

Well for what it is worth, I hope my drawing and story gave you something to think about.

Sincerely,...

Q