Nothing is done.
Nothing is perfect.
Everything can be improved.
If I see it I want to improve it
If I want it, I will share my ideas.
If I can get it I will try to make it better.
If I can make it better that will only encourage me.
The modness consumes me.
The modness drives everyone around me to tears. They must be tears of joy, because it is beautiful.
10,000 man years of never ending projects swirl around my brain.
I will never be free from the modness. What good is that?
I know I am not alone.
If I see you have the modness, I will give you ‘the nod of mod’