I realize I’m doing it; still, I submit. It’s a state of blindness that I voluntarily enter. Time here… it’s wrong to say it disappears or that it never existed at all, but by the same token it’s senseless to say it’s before that.

All there is is the task at hand, and there I’ll stay for days. Sure, the body will give out; and, yes, the mind will lose its grasp eventually. Still, I push forward. What distraction is worth more than the next step?

And the world moves on – not ‘without me,’ per se, but with me in that place, unknowingly affecting the course of reality in however small a way.

Is the hyper-focus an escape from reality? A refuge from or avoidance of other priorities? Or are the other priorities simply mirages? Maybe this odd discipline is a great strength, precisely what is needed to weather a world moving in the wrong direction and do some infinitesimal part to right its course?

Does it need justification, to be who we are? Can we ever really do other than what is most important for us in any given moment?

Who is to judge? Who else knows who I am?