“I find it so natural not 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 plants it contains?
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.
But what does all this matter to me?
If I thought about these things,
I would stop seeing the trees and plants
And would stop seeing the Earth,
Seeing nothing but my thoughts...
I would grow sad and remain in the dark.
The way I am, without thinking, I have the Earth and the Sky.”