Uncle Adelbart: It’s the other way around, and it’s rather sad and tragic: our possessions possess us, and not only the material ones. In fact, thoughts are way worse in this respect.

Master Thaur: The weak hold onto things, the strong attract things, yet have no need for them. Only the strong are free.

The Gnostic Wanderer: And the wise know the illusory nature of things.

Señor Palermo: Still… we love collecting, we’re drawn to it, the child in us all, marvelling at how the pieces of the puzzle fit together, as if magically, one by one, revealing some unexpected yet familiar higher order, building connections between ourselves and seemingly random, alien objects and beings, touching our souls and the souls of all around, making new friends, falling in new love with all those glittery ethereal slices of wonder we chose to make ours, letting our hearts beat harder every time we touch one of these long lost parts of ours.

Little Goddess: I collect memories… they’re all I care about. But they’ll never be complete so they’ll always remain precious.

Uncle Adelbart: Things find their purpose in harmony.