How many of our possessions do we actually require?
I was thinking about the destruction of a Kansas town over this past weekend, and the poor brave residents that must now build life from nothing. Even the most vagabond nomad has the components of his life secreted within his luggage, be it a sacred photo or loved one's amulet, his favorite weapon or dog, his costume, trousers, or dress. As the belongings get pared away by necessity, the remaining items must carry the burden of remembrance and meaning. How is it, then, to pick through your belongings after the finger of God has destroyed your domicile? In a few minutes of devastation all that you have has been turned to trash, and strewn about like leaves. The remaining foci of memory must be very precious indeed.
Think of them today, surrounded by your goods.