What I liked most in the article were the following paragraphs:
A few years back, the Italian author Umberto Eco curated an exhibition at the Louvre entitled "Infinity of Lists". "We have a limit," he wrote, "a very discouraging, humiliating limit: death." He saw lists as a way in which we shrug off the finite nature of life and embrace the infinite, while also making it somehow comprehensible.I criticized Eco's pretentiousness in a post of November 2009, called Umberto Eco on Lists. I do like the suggestion that you should start every to-do list with "1. Make List," and end it "X. End," at least implicitly.
I don't share Eco's view; my own to-do lists – those ones that begin with "1. Make List" – very frequently end with something along the lines of "14. Rest of Life; 15. End". Less a celebration of the infinite, more a tongue-in-cheek acknowledgement of the finite. But that is no less reassuring for an atheist like me, living in a world characterised by chaos. Blessed be the listmakers.
And, no, I have not read the book itself yet.