Sinking into oblivion or holding on for a good while is a vital decision when you find yourself passing through the quick sands. The latter is preferable, but in doing so, you have to keep in mind that it’s all about taste.

If you see someone tossing about in the quick sands, you should stifle your desire to advise him what to do. Whoever he might be, he has his own right to set a liking for the final upturn in his fortune. What seems a wise advice for one could be an ill turn of fate for another.

I moved through the quick sands. The dunes stretched before me like a white immensity as far as my eyes could see. I consoled myself that the quick sands didn’t intend to swallow me yet. Undoubtedly they had existed all the time, so I couldn’t gloss over their unpleasant deserted essence with my appearance and - what bothered me even more - it didn’t deign to respond to my presence anyway. Perhaps I had to pass across the quick sands without a set destination like an accidentally woken fool or a deliberately deceived sage. I hoped that it would become clear in the upshot. But it would not be my whim.

There were white quick sands and nothing else. I had thought that there might be someone’s visible footprints before me pointing in right and wrong directions. They would prompt me how to suit the quick sands so I would not sink, but I was disappointed in my supposition. There were no signs indicating that someone had gone before me. There were no signs that could take me back to the time of beginning and that could help me to get at the tangibility of the end. (more…)