Stitching together old rags
Making an illusion of creativity
To keep away depression.
Juxtapose that image with a quote from Sister Stan:
The best that we can be this day
is already within
How much do we fool ourselves about why we do things? Is a lot of our ‘busyness’ a sham to make us feel important?
Would we do better to pay more attention to our inner potential rather than outer effects?