As I grew older the things I cared   
about grew fewer, but were more   
important. So one day I undid the lock   
and called the trash man. He took everything.   
I felt like the little donkey when   
his burden is finally lifted. Things!   
Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful   
fire! More room in your heart for love,   
for the trees! For the birds who own   
nothing—the reason they can fly.