If stones were to feel, the world would fall to pieces.
Because stones are hard, it stays solid as ever.
If wind did not move, there'd be no life.
A breeze against skin can't be felt by the cold.
A smile cannot sway the greatest intellect.
Anger would serve to push against anger.
And both would crumble to dust.
If air couldn't change, the world would stand still.
Were breezes to speak, words would run dreams.
And stones would show fury.
A breeze cannot sway a stone; nor can a stone strike a breeze.
Ever unbending, a stone would be buried slowly as the breeze caressed the earth.
Could the stone feel then?
Would the stone suffocate?
The breeze might uncover it, should it change direction in the stone's favor.
But the stone might first decide to immerse itself in water.
To learn fluidity.
For then the stone and the breeze would exist simultaneously.
There would be no need for compromise.
