Nothing is more desirable than to be released from an affliction, but nothing is more frightening than to be divested of a crutch.

Sitting on the dock of the bay. Geilston Bay, October 2011.

Theme Thursday already?

TREASURE is - in my opinion - much like 'beauty': very much in the eye of the beholder. I have railed before [and before and before and before] against the conflation of stuff with worth.

A case in point: while a small allotrope of carbon in which the carbon atoms are arranged in a variation of a face-centered cubic crystal structure may well have a market value of X dollars/ rand/ euros/ baht/ bolívars/ dồngs/ kepings etc etc etc, it does not particularly appeal to me!

[Well, the market value appeals in a fiscal sense; but that is more about the potential TREASUREs that might be secured through liquefying the asset. In and of itself, the tightly-packed allotrope of carbon atoms is neither here nor there.]

Silence is TREASURE. An intense blue sky on a crisp Spring morning is TREASURE. A kiss and a cuddle when one gets home is TREASURE. The new Grand Theft Auto is TREASURE. Sitting at the end of a pier with feet dangling in the water, an icy pole in hand as the sun sinks into the ocean and the colours slowly bleed into each other is a supreme form of TREASURE.

You see, TREASURE is solely about the worth that we attach to something. The market values one thing, I’d like to think that my valuations is a little more personal, a little more exclusive.