Complexity

As I sat and read my sisters blog site http://ketorambles.blogspot.com entitled simplicity I could not help myself to respond in the comment section regarding how as siblings we could not be any different, but the perhaps it is not a sibling matter but rather a gender issue. In her effort to simplify herself she feels the need to loosen the grip on some “stuff” in an attempt to clear her mind…….etc.

I was compelled to respond that I thrive on the stuff in my area; it stimulates my mind, the more the clutter the more I think. The more I think the better a person I become. The ability to think is a true gift of God and I desire to put it to best use, and having the clutter enhances that gift. I know my dear wife would agree with my sister and thus I have concluded it has to be a gender thing. But alas I tried to remove some, not all, of my clutter the other day by participating in a neighborhood garage sale. I spent hours in preparation hauling stuff up from my space in the bowels of our home. I even hauled my art display panels up to create a clean and clutter free environment for the other gender to rummage around my stuff. The love of my life being away caring for our daughter as she cares for the newborn Sophia even, over the phone, gave me a list of “our stuff” I could include. The day was a complete bust in regards to ridding me of clutter. Oh, I sold a couple of my art works, drawings in pen and ink, and just a very few of “our stuff” but as for my stuff, it remained firming in my possession. I took it as a sight from my dear Lord that I was to continue to enjoy the companionship of my clutter in order that I might continue to think. It seems clear that the void of clutter would have created a void in my thinking. Now I know that we as people have gathered onto ourselves way to much stuff and that for the most part many have had to rent space at some remote location in order to store their stuff, it is in fact one of America’s fastest growing businesses. Again I must thank my Lord for allowing me to have the bowels of our home so to display all my stuff.
I cannot imagine having to drive my car to some storage space and gain entrance to my area in order to sit among my stuff to think.

Ah, the wonderful life of complexity!