All of the stuff I've been reading about creativity, and by creativity in this particular section of our reading that means the kind of force that drives massive discoveries and creations such as Einstein's relativity theory or a Beethoven sonata, takes both amazingly specialized knowledge of a certain subject and a really massive output of work. I want specialized knowledge and I want to be able to produce, but I just don't know in what field! Being a Millsapsian makes one so...interdisciplinary, so curious about multiple fields. And essentially, one can still retain curiosity and continue to experience other disciplines even if one focuses massive efforts elsewhere, but I am that kind of person that requires total knowledge for the endeavors I undertake.

Coffee, however small an example, is just one way to illustrate the way that I want total and complete knowledge in order to really enjoy something. When I found myself liking coffee, I immediately wanted to know more about it: wanted to know how to "do it right" so to speak. So I read online about the whole process and have since bought a bean grinder to make the coffee more fresh which then meant I needed an airtight container for the beans which then brought me around to experimenting with a French press as opposed to drip coffee.

The same goes for the literature I like to read. If I find an author that I like, I feel as if I must systematically go through all of their good works and really get a feel for what they're all about before I can talk about them. I don't hop around; I require vast knowledge before I'll even make the subtle leap to converse about a topic.

But with hobbies like coffee, wine, beer (oh God, all of my hobbies are beverage-related), and literature, I can spend the minimal time gathering relevant internet information and reading all of the works of the authors. But if I were set with the task of being a Big C creator, I feel as if I'd spend my whole life digging through the minutia of my subject, desperately grasping for complete knowledge, spinning my intellectual wheels, and never actually producing.

Ah well, such is my life. Doomed to enjoying the fruits of others' labors while sipping on an insanely perfect cup of coffee...which in itself is not so bad.