Friday morning. Getting ready for a garage sale tomorrow. I had such big plans on getting rid of so much stuff and now my offerings look puny. I really would like to downsize but as I pick up this piece or that I am reminded of someone or something that it represents. Really, it's just stuff. Inert objects with no intrinsic value other than that which we assign. Even supposedly valuable stuff is valuable because we said so. Stuff. Just stuff. How it owns us even thought we purport to be the owners and masters. Just stuff.
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