What if we scatter? Possessions. Awards. Photographs. Experiences. Stories. Books. Money……. We gather them. Hoard them even. “These are what define me,” I might say. “Without them there can be no ‘me’ or ‘you'”, you add. So on we go gathering, until there’s no space left. We either learn to give them up Or time wrecks them – until they are useless, Or we lose them completely. Sometimes we die leaving these ‘dead legacies’ Burdening other people with the stuff we’ve gathered. That’s no way to be remembered. That’s no testament of the value of your life. What if, instead…