In Japan, at Zen temples I have experienced school-girl groups with their query-the-foreigner English assignments when all I wanted was to focus on my self-inititated talk-to-inner-buddha assignment. It instigated my realization that the gaggle of school girls well reflected the gaggle of rushing thoughts I had inside. When the ten-headed mass passed on downhill, I was able to focus more on the attempt at single-mindedness.
Somewhere Henry James the Elder said (in 1883) that, "The visible world is but man turned inside out that he may be revealed to himself." If that's true, then perhaps I am but a squalling multi-cephalic mass of protoplasm walking the Zen temple of life.
If asked, I'll answer in my best English.