Here is the beach of brine: those who passed left footsteps, but when the waves came, no traces wrer left behind. Not a single sand could tell you what happened. Not a jewel of brine could told you the truth. However those left behind were left behind, unretrievably staying in the dark.

        Behold, men! Do not walk on sand, and let your steps be washed. Walk on actual, left actual, do actual, and let others see the actual. The authenticity is yet to be proved.