Two builders of two castles. They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something.
They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.
Yet, that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it.
So, one is prepared and one isn't. One is peaceful while the other panics.
As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen.
He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles.
He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.
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