“If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?”
Albert Einstein
Steve Job's Desk
The mishmash mayhem of jumbled clutter at first seems to be confusion's cause. But after tidying up, nothing can be found. Nothing is where you left it lying, easy to find again. Last in, first out is the principle of your piles and stacks of assorted unsorted stuff you left lying all around you. As you contemplate clearing up the mess to see your desk, the gathered hodgepodge medley of mess hums a melody, a ditty in warning: "Messiness is the sign of creativity" "If a cluttered desk begets a cluttered mind, what does a cleared empty desk beget?" Enough already! I want to be more creative! It’s not a mess, it's inspired creativity on active duty!
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