Time moves quietly and unhurriedly, embracing the “whole” under the same strict and immutable rules.
The only variation lies in movement itself: each grain affirms its distinctiveness while remaining part of the whole.
The effort to achieve a sense of fulfilment—personal and collective at the same time—is both hope and strength.
The logic of the given, the commonplace and the disposable belongs only to the smallest grains of sand: those that cannot “feel” and therefore cannot contribute to the endeavour of the living grains—the human beings.
As the city wakes, may hope fill every heart and may a smile accompany our morning greeting, marking the beginning of the daily, individual and shared effort to improve things.
So that each of us may fulfil our duty to the whole as a distinct grain of sand that can feel.