This blog has been dormant for a while – a couple of months. But
the collecting has not stopped. Collectors cannot stop. It’s not an compulsion,
mind you; rather, it is a creative drive.
As Sigmund Freud remarked (and I paraphrase): the collection
is dead once the hunt and acquisition stops. I would add that part of the
collector dies too – some bundle of neurons rot away after the last coin.
BTW, Freud was an avid collector of antiquities – his “dirty
gods” as he called them.
This blog needed a break: a rest.
So, I spent the summer in distraction mode. Oh, I continued
to think about relics and magic. But I was mind wandering.
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| Free Your Self. Go into D-mode and swim across the Bay. Collect whatever amuses you. |
This is when your brain shifts into default mode. This
D-mode describes the way your neurons click when you are walking in the woods
and trying to avoid slippery rocks. Great ideas just pop into your head during these times -- or at least they are supposed to. I was just looking for a nudge.
As a divertissement I pondered various muscle cars. What an
exciting era: NHRA Junior Stock. Some of my favorites were the ’62 Mopars –
side fins? My first cars were Novas: ’68 and ’70 – no, side fins, but a lot of
look-back.
Do muscle cars have the magic? Do they have the heart and
soul of their past owners resonating within the sheet metal? I think they do --
just as coins contain the passions of those who spent, saved, and collected
them.
If you can’t feel the magic, then you are … well, dead.
And, I have never met a dead collector. Collecting is a gift.
And, I have never met a dead collector. Collecting is a gift.
Collecting is also a state of mind, a kink in the brain – a magical kink at that. Finding meaning in an accumulation of objects is a funny thing. Ponder that while you are walking in the woods and trying to avoid slippery rocks. So, have I decided to let this blog get weirder? Why not? Relic coins are where the action is. I plan an all-out assault on the new and shiny ... .
