I am moving soon, so I have to start packing my stuff. Today, I spend whole day putting my toys back into their boxes. I have already spent a day last week and I guess I may need another day. I know I have lots of toys, but I still surprise by how many boxes I have. People love to collect things, just like I like to collect toys. I have been thinking about why people do collect things for quite some time, but I fail to come up with any good explanation. Collections are not investments, most of time your collection are just old junks to other people. Collections are not something you can use daily, they just sit there doing nothing. Collection suppose to bring you joy, but you only need to have a few to experience the joy. There is something special about the shear size of the collection. When I am admiring my fleet of Valkyrie and armies of Gundam, I have a sense of satisfaction. Where this sense of satisfaction comes from, I have no idea. It doesn’t make any logical sense to feel happy about something that has no objective value, can’t be used and pretty much just various duplication of one another.