My previous blog post, On How Cleaning out the Basement isn’t About the Cleaning–– Or the Basement, was about the what can be learned–– and accepted and respected–– about ourselves from the stuff that fills the basements of our physical and mental lives.

 (A note of apology for my coming overuse of the word “stuff.” I think it appropriate here as the word stands in for all individual items that have become so overwhelming as to lose their meaning, specificity and usefulness and become a generic blob much less than the sum of the parts.)

 Now it is time to leave the world of metaphorical basements and enter into the real world of actual basements, and piles, and collections, and general content and