In The Distance, The Gestures

The Idealist Walks On Tiptoe, The Materialist On His Heels.

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 Glance Embroiders In Joy, Knits In Pain, And Sews In Boredom. When Indifferent, The Eye Takes Stills, When Interested, Movies. Laughter Is Regional: A Smile Extends Over The Whole Face.

In The Distance, The Gestures Of Animals Look Human, The Gestures Of Human Beings Bestial.