The mind gets distracted in all sorts of ways. The heart is its own exclusive concern and diversion.
The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.
The idealist walks on tiptoe, the materialist on his heels.
The flower is a jumble of thighs, the sun's harem - the most oriental thing imaginable.
Our expression and our words never coincide, which is why the animals don't understand us.