Sand is overrated. It's just tiny little rocks.

LRC [LewRockwell.com] is a damned ugly sight and they do indeed preach to the choir—but I find it similar to enjoying a hideously fat woman belt out some of my favorite operas.

[Eve:] “What's the singing of the birds, Adam?”

[Adam:] “The birds themselves that become air. To sing is to spill oneself in drops of air, in threads of air, to tremble. Then the birds are ripe and their throat falls in leaves, and their leaves are soft, pungent, sometimes quick.”

[…]

[Eve:] “I want to sing! I have some stiffled air, an air of bird and me… I will sing!”

[Adam:] “You are always singing but don't realize it. You are just as water. The rocks don't realize it either and their silent minerals gather and sing, silently.”