The beauty of making a list is that somehow, inevitably, some of the stuff on the list ends up shedding light on the other stuff and so on, making the entire process strangely (though perhaps only dimly) illuminating. Also, the items of the list cease to exist independent of one another and removing any single item renders the entirety less whole. The list takes on a kind of integrity that, in addition to nothing being subtract-able makes the idea of adding something once the list is complete moderately abhorrent. Right?
