“I have trod a measure; I have flattered a lady; I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy; I have undone three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one.”
So says Touchstone, the courtly fool of As You Like It, who knows better than most that the world is but a stage—and every stage requires a floor.
But at Soulton, the floor is more than a place to stand; it is a “Retort Courteous” to chaos and a “Reply Churlish” to those who forget the music of the spheres.
Before you walk the lines and find your rhythm, test your wit against this Touchstonian paradox. Can you name this silent inhabitant of our courtyard?
I am a Floor, but not for a room.
I am a Map, but not of any land.
I am a Script, but not written in ink.
I am a Mirror, but not made of glass.
I am a Measure, but not of any distance.
I am Steps, but I never move.
What am I?
