I find it so natural to think...That I sometimes start laughing, all by myself, about I don't know quite what, but it has to do with there being people who think ...

What does my wall think about my shadow ?
Sometimes I wonder about this until I realize
I'm wondering about things...
And then I feel annoyed and out of sorts with myself...
As if I'd realized my foot was asleep...

What does one thing think about another ?
Nothing thinks anything.
Is the earth aware of the stones and...
If it were, it would be a person,
And if it were a person, it would have a
person's nature,
it wouldn't be the earth.
So I think or not...
I have the earth and the Sky.