If you build it, they will come?

Certain happenings have brought about certain thoughts. Firstly, I've been playing sudoku. Secondly, I've been encouraged to write a blog post about my friend's recent musical endeavours. As I sit and think about how to write said blog, I've found myself seeing sudoku numbers. It seems that I'm really very bad at organisation. In sudoku, you are given a certain number of definites. The rest are infinites; well, they seem that way anyhow-- in truth, they are also definites, but you don't know what they are yet. It's just this sort of thing that baffles me to no end, every day, as I live my life. Had I never begun to play sudoku, I might never have been able to see the problem so clearly. It also affects my songwriting, viz. it actually freezes my brain and I lose focus entirely and cannot ever seem to get anything done.

I sit here, now, and the members of my mind reconvene on the matter of my consciousness and on that of possible futures. Thoughts-- inspired thoughts-- no, feelings, in truth-- feelings are definites. I'm not sure of the extent to which my natural progression of thought is productive. Should I, indeed, stop and consider each definite [feeling], giving each one full focus, to see if the definite will produce another definite, as in sudoku? Or shall I continue with my sometime-organised, sometime-disorganised flow? Even that question could be considered an infinite, by me, by me, with such a lack of knowledge, by myself, an uninitiate... life's game is played on such a large board.