Yet More Shedding

Over the years, I have posted quite a few times about the amount of stuff I have, and have given up. An astute reader might be led to think that I have a fundamental problem in my relationship to things, a sort of binge and purge attitude towards possessions. That reader would be right, or at least would have been right.

Along with quite a few other bits of my life that I had let (or more accurately secretly willed) out of my control, my relationship to things is currently coming in for some serious scrutiny. I blame George Santayana and his damnably reasonable naturalism.

As a sort of Santayana inspired aside: If we are natural animals, in the world and of it, and we excrete as often as we eat, why do we spend so much time obsessing about one and simultaneously pretending as if the other never happened?

I began this blog with a series of postings about things I considered unnecessary, which served as signposts to my own state of affairs and thinking about myself and my surroundings. Now, after several years of torpor, the Unnecessary Things idea is rising again, with a whole new set of items that I am ready to cast off, like the first round, for good.