It is premature to pretend to this perspective, but the more one moment leads to another, in the absence of firm plans, the more I return to the sense that this perspective is the goal. A set schedule allows one the luxury of being what I might call unprepared during all those moments that are reasonably understood as being immaterial to some preferred objective condition. It’s easy, in other words, to be unconscious when your station is set. Therein lies the potential virtue of poor planning. Seems clear in the abstract, as it does in retrospect. The tricky part is living within present ambiguity, without lapsing into either self-satisfaction or self-loathing.