There are many ways to push a needle through thread.
I couldn’t tell you much about them, not knowing how to sew.
But I know that you can stiffen the thread, stiffen the needle, loosen the thread, or loosen the needle.
Change the relationship between thread and needle in several ways. Performing amazing feats of acuity with your fingers. Leave it up to luck and/or persistence.
When you finally push it through the hole, you feel glad that your technique worked.
And yet, you know, it might not have worked. You know it might not have represented your strength.
This is part of the rush of accomplishing things. This is what makes you smile- the friction of your accomplishments being entirely deserved, and just being what you happened to do.
Your connection and lack of connection to everything, given a form. Your moving into a state of pride, but with restraint that lifts you up. The power of the mature mischief that we all share.
The thing you seek to elegantly reach out into when trying to change someone.
I seek to thread that needle of
“Why has kindness never been enough?”
It has a lot to do with the lack of guarantees within your efforts,
and the urge to tame that power over possibility,
and have others do the same,
even if it means causing certain people lots of trouble,
for those who can’t or those who you don’t think deserve
to find their way through life.
I sew the world a garment.
The Found Emotion (Invoke Yourself) 