In email correspondence with a friend this morning, we were discussing moving and the culling of a person's possessions. I liked this comment of mine enough to distribute it to a wider audience.
Basically my theory on the "stuff" is that over the past two decades there have been multiple Ernies. Each Ernie liked a different set of books and had a different set of hobbies and interests. But the current Ernie is stuck carrying around all the stuff all the previous Ernies collected. Well, the current Ernie doesn't even LIKE some of those old Ernies, much less like their stuff ... so getting rid of it is no big hardship. The hardest part of that is figuring out where they should park the dumpster while I fill it up.