I have a suspicion that the less we've got, the more we value what we do have. Belongings require a lot of maintenance, much more than most of us realize. Books and art especially are problematic. I value books, mainly for the treasures inside them, but my bookshelves are filled with books that I've read and will never look at again, books I've started and won't finish, and books I keep meaning to read and never will. Meanwhile, I keep acquiring books that get added to the pile. Ideally we should actually own at most ten books, and all the rest should be passed around to the world. Recently I bought one of my ideal ten, What Am I Doing Here? by Abner Dean (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abner_Dean). It's a slender volume of cartoons, though cartoons isn't the right word. They are philosophical and metaphorical musings, appealling at once to intellect and emotion. A copy was in my parents' library when I was a kid, and I spent hours contemplating it. I'd long ago forgot about it, but recently Dean was brought to my attention, and I located a copy through Amazon. If I'm ever homeless, it will be with me, part of my stuff.