http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/25/garden/25clean.html?pagewanted=1 When I was newly married, I visited my in-laws at their home and watched a truely horrifying scene unfold. My FIL had a collection of slides he had piled precariously high in stacks on a tv tray -- clearly days of work, but foolishly fragile. My nephew, who was six, bumped the table and the slides went everywhere. My FIL flew into a rage that has prolly stayed with that child, and has certainly stayed with me -- I was actually afraid for the little boy's safety for a long moment. We all have stuff we love, stuff we dun love but need and stuff we want -- but do you own your stuff or does it own you? I'm not ready for bare walls and books I throw away after I read them, but I am finally free of such lunacy as the 20 years' worth of collected frog figurines. Your thoughts?