there is no end no destination just stops along the way like an illusory point between breathing in and breathing out not holding your breath exactly but if it helps with your metaphor you may construe it as such best be enjoying the tower building process in and of itself for the wind will simply blow it away once the hands have stopped shoring it up with fresh sand
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