Turns out, nobody cared if you you were tired. Nobody cared if you had given it your all and failed. You were given the worst hand in the deck, the worst odds and the greatest disadvantage. It didn't matter. The world didn't care because an earthquake was an earthquake, and an earthquake was nature and humans, they were nature too. Weakness began to flee as the sun rose and sunk over days on days and brick by brick a wall had to be built because there was no other option as each brick was laid a wall would be built every time as long as each brick was laid every time. Nobody cared if the rock was tired because rocks didn't tire. It didn't matter if it started from the bottom or fell from the top. Like a missile locked onto a target, it was all that was. All else was its servant.
