“The greatest joy is the cry of ‘Eloi’, said The Great Wind.
The sand did not understand.
“The most painful separation is the implementation of a divine end to segregation in our generation and beyond.” The Great Wind explained.
“You speak in a strange way,” said the sand, “And what you say seems backwards. Pain brings forth pain. Joy brings forth joy. I see that here on my beach.”
The Great Wind sighed and the sand became aware of the potential of it’s raw power.
“This separation brings for a congregation. To fuel the nation with inspiration and dreams.”
The sand did not understand this prophesy either.
Dreaming is the sand’s greatest undiscovered weapon.
‘I cannot dream’ thought the sand, ‘I am only a tiny grain.’
“But dreams are what makes sand into a beach of beauty,” breathed The Great Wind, reading the sand’s mind, "Not the beach of weak, destructible sand castles that surrounds you now."
“You’re confusing me,” said the sand, “What do you want from me?”
The Great Wind softly whispered to the sand, “I blow, you go.”
Then there was a pause.
And another pause.
And a very long pause.
“Okay,” said the sand.
And then it started to rain.