Tools. Useful. Steady. Irritating. Not to blame.
Been thinking about the old quandary, the old excuse really, if only I had this or that to do this or that, or I can’t do this or that because I don’t have this or that, and so on. Touched on it before, but I always had a real affinity for digging, literally. You want to jonez the flow? Dig. A lot. Hit the second wind. Hit base brain. See each small step. Lose site of the big picture. Be in flow. Reach that pinnacle.
So when thinking about tools, what better example than a shovel?
And when thinking about causes of lack of reaching some ridiculous goal, some material goal, some societal goal, some admired Western achievement, the shovel becomes a metaphor for the means, the hole is the end.
You get the obvious then, I expect.
No matter what equipment one has, or doesn’t, motivation is the ultimate means.
