The body once asked its shadow, saying,
“Recently you were walking on and now
You have stopped; a time ago you were
Just sitting and now you have risen up. . .
How is it that you’re so without stability?”
In no time the shadow replied, “I wait for
The movements of you, my dear master,
To do what I do, and you, on whom I wait,
I understand, wait further on something else
To do as that another does. So, my waiting,
Is it for the scale of you, my body-master,
Or that of something else behind your action?
How should I know why I do one thing
Following you, or do not do any other thing
Right after the object of your imitation?
Now you tell me, who truly is the shadow
But who is the shade of the shadow
Also known as the term 'penumbra?'”
well done