Why not let troubled things talk and hold council with you? <br />Or do you relish the birth-pangs' banging between clashes? <br />Things can't talk, yes, or can they? ! <br />You may only proffer your own fantasy <br />To give them a mouth-piece? <br />What are we then? <br />Just simply a piece of flesh, sensing the numbness of the chair we sit on? <br />Or are we the brain in the chair? ! <br />I found it not to be a madman's pass-time, only, to let things talk to me through myself: <br />That perilous leaning tower did exactly not tumble over me when I walked past, <br />As I had beseeched it not to do so. <br />And be it that I was just delayed for its fateful fall for speaking my prayers. <br />And, as a trusting thanks-giver, I find, <br />I'm yet faring best with things. <br />And how sweet things may talk to one! <br />And then they won't talk more than I want them to. <br />And let us not forget: people are things, too! <br />And they say, all is in one. <br />Things called it god.<br /><br />Erhard Hans Josef Lang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-things-don-t-think-of-us-too-in-return/
