I am examining my room and the place where I live to see what I have chosen to own. I have consumed more than I know. Some of what I own has a purpose; a chair, a stove, a bed, and a shower. Yet much that is hanging and laying around is for ambiance; a picture, a statue, a hanging ceiling, and plants. Much of what is laying and hanging around is merely to look at (11).
It does not matter how much I have, when I move I realize that I have much more than what I had realized (11). Two years ago I accepted that much that I owned I hadn’t looked at for a while. I have moved several times only to find I was lugging around things I really didn’t need and no longer wanted. So I either gave them away, threw them away, or sold them at ridiculously low prices. As my goods increased and became financially acquirable, so I consumed them only later to throw them away.
What is better? Buy many flower beds or work the ground, plant seeds and plants, to nurture them and admire the results of the labor? Which makes a person content and happy when they sleep? The sleep of a laborer is sweet, whether he eats little or much, but the abundance of a rich man permits him no sleep (12). A rich man worries about not having enough and losing what they have.