10,000 scraps of paper

Each thing you do spawns new things to be done.

my Theorem of doing stuff

Dad, what was work like before Slack?

Formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

Dad! Stop it. Seriously what was it like?

Less hurried. More thoughtful.

That sounds nice. Can we go back to that?

No. We only go forward.