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November 12, 2002
Is the whole concept of “collecting” something inherent in human beings, or something tied to obsessive compulsion? The elderly collect ridiculous tchotckes that fill the cabinets and walls of their homes like objects in a museum (or mausoleum). Others collect CDs, posters, and shot glasses. Most people collect money and store them in stocks, bonds, and bank accounts.

I had collected frequent flier miles over the last few years. We recently used half of them to upgrade our seats home, and I physically felt the loss.

Do our collections define us – the loss of which being the loss of ourselves?