How unimportant

I just read a lovely little blog post that I want to share.  Actually, I can't decide if it's entirely lovely, because it points up something that disturbs me, but also comforts.  It's an odd thing.  The post is about how nothing in the writer's life is actually important, including plastic, his car, his tv, etc.  Which is disturbing at face value.  When he explains why, of course, it's not really the object, but what it enables in his life, and the things that "really matter" come shining through.  But still, he is left realizing that it's all important.

It got me thinking. 

Anyway, read it, if you have a minute (it's short), and see what you think.

http://shavingsanddust.blogspot.com/2010/07/importance.html