Malicious gossip takes the place of creation in non-creative lives.
We might likewise say that humans are the neurotics of the animal world, in that they are the only animals who must choose to be instead of just instinctively being.
Creation lives alone in a small temple. Only one may worship at a time.
Mine! There isn't any such thing as mine. The world slips slithering through my fingers.
To do anything, it is first necessary to be doing nothing.
one must find one's natural home, not try to construct it.