Presence of Mind and Absence of Thought.

Civilisation is a man-ifestation that happiness is more a matter of absence of thought than presence of mind. The beast of the field is happy because he hasn't got the thought to think that he is miserable even when he is. In his case ignorance is bliss and brains would be blisters. Lepidoptera leap before they look, and seem to buzz through life with-getting stung. The truth is that Man has risen so sky-high that he gasps for breath in the rarified atmosphere of refinement and cannot get down to earth for a roll in the daisies, or go gay with the March Hare, without shattering his superiority, wounding his dignity, and soiling his collar.