Despite my affinity to capturing notes and ideas — I am NOWHERE NEAR capturing the many half-baked insights that spin through my head in the run of a day.

Brushing my teeth, mulling around, doing dishes, walking, doing other work, listening to content, having conversations…

There is a constant stream of creative thought running through my mind.

Like a conversation with myself.

But it starts in the middle, works from the end,

Is incomplete — partial — unfinished — explorative.

But its often cohesive! Like small important bits of insight that fit *somehow* into a larger idea set.

It feels like being hit with a barrage of puzzle pieces.

Like if I could pause time, or telepathically collect all of the bits that fly through my awareness…

…I could string them all together.

I could stick together the pieces. Trim the edges — make them fit.

Build larger and larger ideas. Like rolling snowballs.

That’s the dream. That’s the direction. That’s what I’m seeking.

As I gain hope and faith in tools for thought — I’m finding ways to corral my thoughts. My fleeting and incomplete ideas.

To build theories from the ground up.

Not from a complete outline — but from a pile of pieces.

I can see future-me thinking in phases…

1) The mad-scientist — the version of me that captures all the wild and loosely related thoughts that *feel* significant.

I want to trust that instinct of significance. It’s strong.

2) The rational builder — the version of me that takes the pieces and sifts for order.

Chaos — Order — Chaos — Order — Chaos — Order

A cyclic pattern of creation and convergence.

Coexisting as overlapping thought processes — guided by my intuitive sense of direction.