Things are not austerely part of the broad binary definition of life; viz., things and thoughts (or if you prefer a more spiritual rendition, the physical and the metaphysical or the empirical and the transcendental). Certainly the division between corporeal and incorporeal is inarguable but I find the significance of each can be equally stirring. Downsizing is one of the accidents of aging. In retrospect – having undertaken the enterprise when I retired in 2014 – the process was both uninhibited and manifestly relieving. There is nothing we abandoned to the auctioneer that we regret having lost. The synthesis of both commodity and introspection is oddly similar. Old gives way to new; sediments fall, vapours arise. Draff and grouts give way to clarity and refinement. That’s the good news – I am passionate about what remains after the scourge; the blacksnake is a godsend.