Keep Going

Go to the desert and pick up a handful of sand,
And ask it if it can think.
To your surprise and a pleasant one,
It will answer, “Yes, I can.”

I tell you so, because my Son,
I did it once in a desert you know,
And got the answer to my delight,
But I was not the first around.

Some one else had got there first,
And made friends with the grains of sand,
And made transistors, chips, and all,
And put them together in a computer.

There are still places you can go,
And ask questions no one has asked,
And get the answers no one has heard,
And make the things that no one has made.

Do not think of the dormant as dead.
Anything that exists has atomic metabolism.
Even a seashell lying on the beach,
Has memories and a mind of its own.