Does it listen to what you say? Do you honor it, hoping to compel harmony with the mind? Are you your mind or your body, or are you both?
Does one always take the lead while the other remains in the background?
You feed it well, move it even better, consider all the angles, and yet it still imprisons itself back into a corner. Sooner or later, it forces you to remember the less generous moments, the less considerate demands.
And now the less esoteric portion of the performance: