I see three grains of sand falling into someone’s house. The woman of the house notices the sand and considers how small and insignificant it appears. She thinks about the amount of work it will take to sweep out the tiny grains and entertains the thought of leaving them be. But the sand’s presents chafes at her mind and she can have no rest while it is in her house. This is as it should be in the sand, insignificant in the current amount it will multiply slowly until it fills her house and makes it so nothing can grow. It seems small but it is not good so get rid of it.