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I sometimes feel like I'm building a sand castle.  I mold the sand with my hands and my shovel, slowly and painstakingly smoothing harsh edges and firming up weak spots.  I work on the moat, construct the keep, and space the cylindrical flanking towers at even intervals to attack any crabs or dogs that may try to storm my construction.  Then I use my putty knife to carefully carve a castle gate.  Finally, I put a stick into the keep and imagine a little flag hanging from it.  I step back and admire my new castle, proud and content and excited for its future.

Then a wave comes and smashes the fuck out of  my castle.  It washes away while I stand there, helpless.

I sigh, and begin building anew.