I must not fear the ball. The ball is the mind-killer. The ball is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my ball. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the ball has gone there will be nothing. For I will have eaten it.
I don't know why, but the kittens were fascinated by my (empty) tea cup.