I wish that I could knit the frayed ends of the world back together. The image of the new cloth sewn into the old garment comes to mind. The old garment is precious, and has served me well. The new patch of cloth is quite lovely to behold, but it doesn’t ever seem to fit in with the old garment. Well, of course it doesn’t. If I am connected to the universe, then surely I could make a difference from where I’m sitting, right?
The answer always seems to be utterly simple and almost boring, but also deeply profound and almost inscrutable.