mouth only talk and sometime noisy like an empty cymbal always making fuse about things both seen and the unseen confusion and conflict come by it and peace rest in words it utters mouth always talk and does no other thing but eat and drink all that hands can offer hands feel cheated and embark on strike that mouth may suffer and be famished but hands become lean so soon. They look at mouth but it remains what it is as always they call off the strike and begin to work and sow all the things mouth will reap for their own sake.