Maggie's Farm

As far as the stakes in play, i agree, Phil. But on the other hand, commenters come here with nothing at all -- no physical being, no ability to communicate in any way at all except by building tedious little arrangements of glyphs with which to attempt to recreate a specific idea in the mind of a distant glyph-reader.

But without eyes to shine or weep or wink, or face to smile or frown or hide-in-hands, or teeth to gnash & bite, or voice to sooth or terrify, or hands to pat or punch or supplicate, without any movement of any sort at all with which to transmit touch, taste, smell, sight or sound, we are very nearly detached from the space/time continuum which contains us.

There's but one wee little atmospheric abstraction to anchor this endeavor to a place in the continuum: the handle.

This is significant only in light of our accumulator/distributor ('cathexis/catharsis') aspect: one can only distribute what one has accumulated, and in this rarified medium, the handle alone stores any accumulation.

A trifling matter, but the storing does in fact require actual time, time which gives space motion (and motion space), which only together can sign this Universe -- and let any pore stoop claim place within the invisible abstract (which we Hope is a pathway to the Great Beyond).

Long/short, confuse a handle, devalue a store, devalue a store, steal the time it took -- the time which is a piece of a unique life expending itself in the use of it.

All i know is you better pay the priest or you can get repossessed