If I moved three steps forward, I would be run over by that bus, And my body would be a pile of bones and meat. Yet, I couldn't think very clearly With a skull full of pumpernickel. Yet, a hard-boiled egg Can't make wrinkles and wiggles of light Into 3D moving pictures.
Bodies are so strange.
A slab of rock jutting from a hill, Or a stalk of celery, Livening up someone's tuna salad.