With what one has, one attempts the infinite
Only to fall on one's face
One fails to realize that one does not own anything save for one's perception:

Eyes, ears, and heart;
No hands to steer, to grasp, to create

Pull the thread and realize that it's woven more tightly than you could ever imagine. A couple of loose strings won't yield you a better sweater than the one you've already had.

One sure can be stupid at times