Junk.

Upon going to a local junkshop on U street in DC, I found that there is such a thing as too much junk. I found myself looking through piles of unwanted items, covered in dust, mildew, and drenched in old moldy water...I pondered how much of my own stuff would someday be just junk to people.
What of my "treasures" would someday be just trash to future onlookers.
Would my hard-earned finds be creepy and unusual, thrown into a pile, lost somewhere uncared for that it wouldn't matter except to the person who left them behind.
And perhaps they don't matter.
Perhaps all that matters is the person who leaves.
The legacy. The junk is just simply that. Ephemera--meant to be collected then tossed aside. The essence of a being here, but not the soul of a person.
The soul is not left behind and discarded.
We're not the junk.
I think that was why I got so heebed out. I feel like peoples souls are in there stuff...and maybe for people who don't believe in anything--who put their faith in the things here--their stuff is the soul they leave behind---but for me...my soul will be going with me when I go---my junk will be a mere shadow of what I was--and the real person will live on.

1 Corinthians 13:12