so true...

"I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in and invite God and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.  I talk on, in the same posture of praying; eyes lifted up; knees bowed down, as though I prayed to God; and if God or his Angels should ask me when I thought last of God in that prayer, I cannot tell.  Sometimes I find that I had forgot what I was about, but when I began to forget it, I cannot tell.  A memory of yesterday's pleasures, a fear of tomorrow's dangers, a straw under my knee, a noise in mine ear, a light in mine eye, an anything, a nothing, a fancy, a chimera in my brain, troubles me in my prayer.  So certainly is there nothing, nothing in spiritual things perfect in this world."  (John Donne, Sermon)