“What then?” said the Philosopher.
“Then I ran after the stone to see could I catch up on it before it hit the ground.”
“Yes,” said the Philosopher.
“I ran so fast that I tumbled over myself into the grass.”
“What did you do after that?”
“I lay where I fell and plucked handfuls of the grass with both hands and threw them on my back.”
“Did you get up then?”
“No, I pressed my face into the grass and shouted a lot of times with my mouth against the ground, and then I sat up and did not move for a long time.”
“Were you thinking?” said the Philosopher.
“No, I was not thinking or doing anything.”