Imagine a checklist of tasks where priorities get done. Processing this list eliminates everything except fancies, daydreams, curiosities. So the more a checklist is useful, the more it becomes irrelevant.
There emerges the need to put aside intriguing projects, eery ideas. Postponing all the items into a miscellaneous research bin ; destroying the remains of contingent lists. Emptying the mind, cleaning the soul, coming undone.
There emerges the need to keep the essential tasks apart. Recording them on a black, maybe Moleskine, pocket notebook; writing a poetry not unlike sutras. Carving diamonds, showing heart, enlightening the path.
