> Think of it this way: when you were a kid, were you told to keep a clean desk or a messy desk? Why? I was told there were two types of people: those who were

> Think of it this way: when you were a kid, were you told to keep a clean desk or a messy desk? Why? I was told there were two types of people: those who were messy and those who were tidy, and that I should discover which I was and become comfortable with it. I'm also not sure it's a good idea to metaphorically base life lessons from what people teach kids. I remember one kid being hit for using the wrong hand for writing. What was that meant to teach him? To value other people's judgement over his own? Here what I mean, in a quote from the book Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: > Inside I see that Bill is a mechanic of the “photographic mind” school. Everything lying around everywhere. Wrenches, screwdrivers, old parts, old motorcycles, new parts, new motorcycles, sales literature, inner tubes, all scattered so thickly and clutteredly you can’t even see the workbenches under them. I couldn’t work in conditions like this but that’s just because I'’m not a photographic-mind mechanic. Bill can probably turn around and put his hand on any tool in this mess without having to think about where it is. I'’ve seen mechanics like that. Drive you crazy to watch them, but they get the job done just as well and sometimes faster. Move one tool three inches to the left though, and he’ll have to spend days looking for it.