We have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts. We have put them ahead of our attention to others. Our children stoop over their devices in search of distraction that flees with each new grab. Cyclists on their cycles affix devices to the handles of their desire and cannot see their neighbour hit them sorely at intersection, even unto death. Trees gaze up to heaven but we do not. Our streets are crooked with bent peoples in March heat laying complaint through their devices to others of similar desire and there is no health in us.