I love lists. I love making them, I love looking at them and adding to them, and I especially love checking things off. Who doesn’t love lists? And now I’ve learned that I am not alone in loving lists.
I perceive value, I confer value, I create value, I even create — or guarantee — existence. Hence, my compulsion to make “lists.” The things (Beethoven’s music, movies, business firms) won’t exist unless I signify my interest in them by at least noting down their names.
(Sidenote: If you don’t read Brain Pickings, you should. Every day is a new article, a gem of a post about some unusual aspect of literature, history, science, or all three at once. The blog as a whole constitutes an excellent list of things everyone should know and discuss, but don’t.)