I look underneath and above things, upside down and around things. I look left to right, and sometimes side to side. Sometimes I look at myself, sometimes at others. Sometimes I imagine if all my organs were fruit, or if all our fruits were organs. Sometimes I look up and wonder whether the stars are holding us here; and if they would finally leave us alone with all of their hope and mystery if we would cease competing with and destroying each other. Other times I wonder: what is the volume of a shadow? Or the perfect amount of string beans to eat to obtain my daily value of iron? And why don't just we lick rust, if iron is so important for us? And why can't we photosynthesize, if we are so intelligent?