...For attention is a kind of field of rambling mathematical dots;
they ramble all over the body, emotions, feelings, and thoughts;
the dots, having rambled away, come back with a certain catch;
attention is a coveted prize for various centers of force;
robust frontal lobes are required for good attention control;
too rarified an attention will make you a gullible fool,
and overmuch concentration will make you an idiot, too;
the line between folly and idiocy isn't so clear-cut;
Divine assembles the dots into a congruous kaleidoscope;
Divine alone sends them flying into a congruous kaleidoscope;
one humbly offers attention to Him for this very end;
this yields more beatification than slaughtering a buffalo herd;
the sacrifice of attention is better than donating to church;
attention, may have to do with skittish bosons of Higgs;
controlling and refining attention is a primary duty of man;
relaxing attention in Her is by far the greatest of joys.
And now, you can attend to your half-eaten Buffalo wings.