As a perfect postscript to today's earlier post, this is EXACTLY what I mean: a moment ago I noticed that I'd left my wineglass from last evening sitting on the dresser in my bedroom, so I picked it up and walked up front to the kitchen. Whereupon I opened the cabinet door and threw the wineglass into the trash. As opposed to putting it into the dishwasher. I took a step away, a vague sense of "that ain't right" flitted through the transom of my mind and I fished the crystal out of the garbage. It didn't break. It's now in its proper place awaiting cleansing. But that's what I'm talking 'bout.