The fabric of the false self is made up from innumerable strands of experience woven together by an imaginary tailor who lives in terror that what it has made will unravel.

This false self has its own unseen life; it maintains and sustains its many ‘I’s through a process of constant diversion. Its favorite
devise for staying out of sight is a succession of self-centered stories that it creates, all fueled by imagination, fear, intimidation, and other forms of deliberate misdirection.

In order to stop creating what we complain about, we must start seeing that such ceaseless activity — the constant mental and emotional commotion — is not just the avoidance of our unwanted sense of emptiness, but it is also complicit in its continuing cause.