Road to perdition....WTF?!

I have a confession to make.....

growing up, i've taken key figures in my life to be the elements of my periodic table of life.

After a while, i stop seeing people as elements but molecules of my periodic table.

Do you get my confession?

I can't see and celebrate the diversity in people, maybe because my elements were molecules to begin with, and/or I dismiss, too quickly, something new for something old.

What goes on in the mind of a collector? be it a stamp collector or coin or anything? why do people do it? Do they increase their self-worth in their existence by taking on the civic duty archiving an interest so that generations to come can marvel, admire, appreciate the efforts taken. Is it cultural history at its best, dating every fab and item that has enslaved willing servants to a life of servitude, that they in their entrancement call passion.

is there a difference between an art collector and barbie or coke bottle collector? or is it a play of numbers on the human psyche? having amassed a great load of treasure, devoting one's time and resources, to look back and see a mind-boggling, unimagibale number of items can really take one's breath away.

maybe it's a way of dealing with their mortality. i -ollect-stupid-amounts-of-something,-chances-are-that-stupid-amount-of-something-will-last-longer-than-I-and-people-will-remember-me-for-my-stupid-amounts-of-something.....which by the way is nothing

note to self: remember to talk abt nobody and love