There is no real satisfaction until the mind learns to focus on the small, the accessible and the quotidian. The mind is treacherous because, with eyes closed, the act is weightless and knows no limits. If one is careless, one can easily go too far, learning nothing and doing nothing. There may be pleasure, certainly distraction, but both are diaphanous, both are devoid of the characteristic density of the real, which substantiates the small and generates true fruit.