They walk into the room that at first appears empty.
In one corner there is a round object, about the size of a grapefruit.
In the center of the space there is a raised surface supported by legs.
They kneel down to touch the sphere, it is harder than a grapefruit, but seems just about as heavy.
They step to the raise surface, put one foot on it, and cautiously test to see if it could support their entire weight. It can.
“What purpose do these objects serve”, they ask aloud - clearly no one can hear, and even if they could, what service would it do the other to answer? Kindness . . . maybe(?).
The form of the sphere suggests motion.
The form of the surface suggest stasis.
But they think to themselves - those suggestions seem quite banal.
They wonder if they can eat/digest/pass the sphere . . . might be painful(?)(!).
They wonder if they could satisfy themselves with some part of the the surface - maybe use the legs in some way - would take some creativity and solid core strength - and probably would not be worth it.
They bring the sphere into the center of the room - right next to the surface.
They drag the legs of the legs of the surface around the sphere, creating gashes in the hardwood floor - a boarder that the sphere cannot escape (or might get caught in and then follow in that track into perpetuity).
So they decide to use their last remaining match to light the softball on fire - it doesn’t work (¯_(ツ)_/¯).
Then throw the chair through the large plate glass storefront window - it shatters into dozens of pieces - which is, it turns out, extremely satisfying.