This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don't get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can't do anything, don't get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it's ready to come undone. You have to realize it's going to be a long process and that you'll work on things slowly, one at a time.
I may not have any power over it at the moment, but at some point that must change. I can be very patient. I am the end of all things, nephew mine. I shall be the last. When birth has ended, I wil cut Clotho's cord, and she will be no more. The time will come when every last thread has been measured, and I will snip Lachesis from the great weave. In the end only Death and I will remain. Then I will cut his thread, and it will be me alone. With my last strength I will close the shears on my own life. I am the end of everything, including you.
Suit a personality like, threads suit their weaves.
America is not a blanket woven from one thread, one color, one cloth.
Excuse me if I'm clinging on to life, but my parents wove me from tight thread.
No cord or cable can draw so forcibly, or bind so fast, as love can do with a single thread.
A gentle heart is tied with an easy thread.
NATO has been a thread throughout my life.
