a grain of sand rolled down a peaceful mountainside, and it started an avalanche, small at first, then unrelenting, until all in its path was being crushed, destroyed and pushed asunder
the grain of sand, who was just a little tiny piece of rock, he looked back at the destruction he had caused, and said to the crushed, dying, bloody, and mangled:
I did not mean for this to happen. I did not realize my own strength. I am sorry.