Sausage Theory

[pagetheoracle]

I noticed recently that I couldn't seem to collate and finish notes to a book I was writing and then it hit me - I hadn't stopped adding notes to it as I was going along, so it was an infinite output like a blog, rather than a finite one like a book that has a beginning, middle and end.  It was processing without end (A Cumberland sausage, rather than a string of ordinary ones or Roald Dahl's 'Chicken Little').  It made me see (as did a further incident*) that confusion always exists, where definition is absent.  We fear death but without it our lives lack interest becoming just a continuation of endless repetition, a plethora of habits.

 

* Again I became confused about notes for a series of books, outside the one I mentioned.  I thought I'd finished parts of three of them but couldn't figure out how I was certain of the point I was at with two of them but not the third.  Then I finished the third one, realized the second one was ready to be typed up at that point but I hadn't the additional notes for the first one, which was therefore in limbo and outside the scope of my consciousness because it was in this unresolved state.

 

I hope this is clear 'now' to me at least - If not then you're probably watching 'Soap,' with Robert Guillaume and Katherine Helmond!

[Eclogite]

Did you mean to say, "It is helpful to have goals." ?

[pagetheoracle]

Did you mean to say, "It is helpful to have goals." ?

Not you again!  Yes, without goals, even failed ones, life becomes boring (Nice to rest on your laurels for a bit but then the mind prods you into problem solving again)

[BrettNortje]

Did you mean to say, "It is helpful to have goals." ?

 

Life without incentive is like lying in bed without needing to pay for the bed leading to no need to get out of bed. needs are incentive too, yes?

[Eclogite]

 needs are incentive too, yes?

But a well defined goal seems more likely to lead to a satisfied need.