Existentialistic question

tom hyle · 20th June 2011, 07:38 PM

Limit......? what's that? My Mother claims to see the good in all humans. I see the good in all blades.
and then there's the asorted other junk I buy at estate sales because even if it's not a sword (spear, knife, axe, chisel.....) it is a very cool lil whatsit and it's only $1 or whatnot....I've got ashtrays, books, bowls, idols, fans; I've got a model war-canoe (a native model; native of where I do not know!)
Hahaha
This issue was really in my face about a week ago; I just moved. As usually, I had to go through everything, and some things had to be left behind.
Swords? Sure, but (Arnold Swartzeneger accent a-la True Lies) "they were both stainless"
Augers though; left back 3 T-handle augers from my parents' shed

weight limits of truck springs

soooo much steel and iron!
At the moment I'm trying to not buy project blades and let whatever creative sword energy I have go into my grinding of new sword blades from old saw blades. That's when you see very cool project blades available, of course: ah, the 3/8" sabre blade I passed up! The self-control is killing me!

You don't need it, Tom. I do! You don't! I do!....

I try to pry myself away from "industrial" mass-produced swords, military, reproduction, private-issue; not because I don't enjoy them, but just, as is said; limits and priorities are self-imposing in a world of limitted finances and limitted space.
"You can't have everything; where would you keep it?"
I try to not collect leather (passed up a nice-looking kattara last week), glass, or fibre art too much; it just degrades before my lifestyle.
But then I see an irresistable Baluchi rug (with riders and deer and eagles and chickens and rams and I don't even remember what other animals; cool old rug; I'd like to have it made into a post card) for sale cheap (cheap for a baluchi rug is the same amount as the most I've ever given for a sword though....), so I give it to my sister....
The idea of limitting my collection to a certain style or ethnicity is utterly alien to me. I'm even getting into thrusting swords

ha ha ha
limits; what an irksome concept that forces its way upon us so inevitably!
I wonder about what drives my urge to collect things. I see these TV shows about "hoarding" and I think "leave that old lady alone, you brutes!"

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20th June 2011, 07:38 PM	#13
tom hyle Member Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: Houston, TX, USA Posts: 1,254	Limit......? what's that? My Mother claims to see the good in all humans. I see the good in all blades. and then there's the asorted other junk I buy at estate sales because even if it's not a sword (spear, knife, axe, chisel.....) it is a very cool lil whatsit and it's only $1 or whatnot....I've got ashtrays, books, bowls, idols, fans; I've got a model war-canoe (a native model; native of where I do not know!) Hahaha This issue was really in my face about a week ago; I just moved. As usually, I had to go through everything, and some things had to be left behind. Swords? Sure, but (Arnold Swartzeneger accent a-la True Lies) "they were both stainless" Augers though; left back 3 T-handle augers from my parents' shed weight limits of truck springs soooo much steel and iron! At the moment I'm trying to not buy project blades and let whatever creative sword energy I have go into my grinding of new sword blades from old saw blades. That's when you see very cool project blades available, of course: ah, the 3/8" sabre blade I passed up! The self-control is killing me! You don't need it, Tom. I do! You don't! I do!.... I try to pry myself away from "industrial" mass-produced swords, military, reproduction, private-issue; not because I don't enjoy them, but just, as is said; limits and priorities are self-imposing in a world of limitted finances and limitted space. "You can't have everything; where would you keep it?" I try to not collect leather (passed up a nice-looking kattara last week), glass, or fibre art too much; it just degrades before my lifestyle. But then I see an irresistable Baluchi rug (with riders and deer and eagles and chickens and rams and I don't even remember what other animals; cool old rug; I'd like to have it made into a post card) for sale cheap (cheap for a baluchi rug is the same amount as the most I've ever given for a sword though....), so I give it to my sister.... The idea of limitting my collection to a certain style or ethnicity is utterly alien to me. I'm even getting into thrusting swords ha ha ha limits; what an irksome concept that forces its way upon us so inevitably! I wonder about what drives my urge to collect things. I see these TV shows about "hoarding" and I think "leave that old lady alone, you brutes!"