Bottles
All the bottles went into the bottle bank for recycling!
I had been keeping them to help remember what it was like to drink their contents. From the exotic aroma of F. E. Trimbach's Gewürztraminer Réserve Exceptionelle 1967, to the fairly usual though not at all unpleasant aroma of various non-vintage champagnes, along with a couple of their more distinguished relatives from Bordeaux - in they went! Now they are all the same, green glass.
There's no reason to accumulate possessions, unless they have some use. Even then, it's the use, more than the object, which is valuable.
By the looks of things, I don't drink alcohol anymore, so there's not much point hoarding memories of wine, is there. There's no point hoarding anything - it would only be sort of distractions and diversions designed to give the impression that their owner has some sort of substance or personality. Otherwise we'd have to really look at ourselves and FIND some character there. But the pretend way is quicker. Unfortunately, it is only pretend.
All those bottles together...it sounds like good material for a sermon or a school assembly. Shall I do it? No matter how important each one thought he was, in the eyes of the recycling bin, each one was the same. Well, it's true, we are all the same! Each one has a value, though that value is low in the case of the bodies (bottles), but high in the case of the contents.
So, away they went.
I had been keeping them to help remember what it was like to drink their contents. From the exotic aroma of F. E. Trimbach's Gewürztraminer Réserve Exceptionelle 1967, to the fairly usual though not at all unpleasant aroma of various non-vintage champagnes, along with a couple of their more distinguished relatives from Bordeaux - in they went! Now they are all the same, green glass.
There's no reason to accumulate possessions, unless they have some use. Even then, it's the use, more than the object, which is valuable.
By the looks of things, I don't drink alcohol anymore, so there's not much point hoarding memories of wine, is there. There's no point hoarding anything - it would only be sort of distractions and diversions designed to give the impression that their owner has some sort of substance or personality. Otherwise we'd have to really look at ourselves and FIND some character there. But the pretend way is quicker. Unfortunately, it is only pretend.
All those bottles together...it sounds like good material for a sermon or a school assembly. Shall I do it? No matter how important each one thought he was, in the eyes of the recycling bin, each one was the same. Well, it's true, we are all the same! Each one has a value, though that value is low in the case of the bodies (bottles), but high in the case of the contents.
So, away they went.
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