Is distraction part of learning to hold onto the source?
I've read Tolstoy's War and Peace many times. And each time I do, I find new things to think about. He had a wide life experience and I think he had learned many things. He wasn't perfect or even perfected. But I do think he had a wisdom that many people lack.
One thing I noticed in his novel was the way people under a great deal of stress tend to consciously distract themselves in order to do what they have to do. A veteran cavalry officer focuses his attention on the beauty of the apple flowers in an orchard they are riding through on the way to battle. Marshall Kutuzov reads novels to pass the time while waiting for a horrendous battle that he knows will kill huge numbers of his people.
I also remember reading a book by Phillip Kapleau (I know, Zen not Daoist---but sorta in same vein) where he talks about a woman who was dying of some disease looking at new dresses in the newspaper when she had a relatively good day.
Tolstoy also talks about a parable of a man rushing across the step to get away from a wolf, only to fall over a cliff. He manages to grab a sapling to keep from falling. He looks down and sees a tiger waiting for him at the base of the cliff. Above him the wolf is waiting. But to his left he sees a strawberry plant. He reaches out and grabs one of the berries. Nothing ever tasted so sweet!
I mention the above because they all seem to be talking about being able to survive life without going mad by learning how to distract yourself from the horror all around you. Some people see the examples I've given as being how frivolous we all are. They say we do things like sitting and forgetting meditation so we can stop being like this and instead focus on 'important stuff'.
But could meditation instead be partially about understanding the way we get through life by distraction and learning how to consciously use it instead of it using us? The old sweat soldier knows if he thinks about the battle he'll go crazy--so he focuses on the apple blossoms. Marshal Kutuzov knows he is sending thousands of people to horrible deaths, but if he thinks about it, it will incapacitate him--so he digs up the latest French novel and reads it. The woman laying in her hospital bed knows she'll never wear one of the latest dresses--but it distracts her and gives her a few minutes of peace before she enters the last stage of suffering before death.