Make a mess, keep it tidy
Lather, rinse, repeat, and die
What makes Microprinciples different—and potentially annoying to those seeking the capital-T Truth—is the heterogeneity of their approach. Sometimes they Dad you headlong into a direction (Approach the unsaid corners, Do the math). Sometimes they are your Mom sitting shotgun, gasping for the brakes (Be careful what you get good at, Move as slow as possible). And this observation is a principle unto itself.
You need to make a mess.
Ask any God, everything about creation is messy. First you must create the universe (a total slog), cool a tidal wave of energy into matter, bake a clump of matter into life. It’s basic physics. An eon to make a cell, another for a spine, and two shakes for a bipedal ape to unearth, crush, mix, manufacture, and conjure the lot into the system of language, glass, and electrons upon which you read this note. Nature is all mess. Nature is the impossible. Nature is chaos. No bad ideas. The waste is what works. If you don’t believe me, go watch a mammalian birth or stick a microscope in your garden. To make is to make a mess.
You have to keep it tidy.
Spare the rod, spoil the world. Ideas must sorted, darlings slain. You must unhoard your best thoughts, murder your first born ideas to make room for new ones. Sort, section, smize. Choose fewer, better things. Look at your options and eliminate the extremes. Find the middle. Find the singular ideas, identify the quintessence, and leave out the rest. If you don’t do it, nature will through a process called death. Every fall the leaves step off the ledge and make room for a new season of mess.
The bottle in your bathroom says lather, then rinse, then repeat. It leaves out the part where you must also go live a life worthy of examination and perish from this Earth. All existence is an oscillation between the chaos of suds and the swirl of same down the drain.
Only priests and mathematicians believe in a Theory of Everything. Your author hoards Theories of Everything. Notes on a string pinned between tidy and messy, order and chaos, atoms and the void.