Sand doesn't flow it's carried away
What's called flow is actually the result of disagreements made in someone else's direction
The river's water never consults the sand
It simply flows like a decision
And the sand beneath it, layer by layer, quietly loses its existence
"We are the sand of the river"
this is not just a metaphor, but a scientific description of those layers of society that are not in the decision, but only in the outcome
Sand is very easy to crush
it has already been a victim of the combined forces of gravity and neglect for thousands of years.
It's much older than stone,
but it doesn't have a history
because it's not 'solid.'
Sand has never been invited
to the organizational table
It's just been filled in the foundation,
from where no sounds come.
Sand's greatest crisis is its tolerance
which is often mistaken for weakness.
When someone asks it", Your existence?"
it remains silent.
Because it has washed away its identity in every flood
The day someone says to the sand
"I want to save you,"
it will smile because it knows
that saving it means being buried under someone else.
Understand sand, only then will you understand society.
Sand neither creates nor opposes
It simply waits never for a shoulder,
but for the moment
when someone understands it
without weaving it, without binding it,
without walking on it.
