The only difference between the statues and you is weight,
material and posture.

Knowing yourself to be 100% I tilt you onto the
stylus of yourself.

In a park. Between you and I (sis) an orange-billed white goose arose. ‘I don’t
kick it.’ ‘I know you don’t, or it wouldn’t stand next to you,’ says owner.

Richard Madeley comes to the car, checks I don’t want any food.
Walks back saying ‘omelette’. I leave the car, follow him to decline
an omelette , whereupon I hear him say ‘pizza’. Now
I am more interested. ‘I wouldn’t have you think I was
sulking in that car,’ I say.