Man has, as it were, become a kind of prosthetic God.
Couldn't I for once have you and the work at the same time?
Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.
When a love-relationship is at its height there is no room left for any interest in the environment; a pair of lovers are sufficient to themselves.
For those particular illusions there may well have been a past; it is problematic, however, if there is now much of a future.
Dream disfigurement, then, turns out in reality to be an act of the censor.