Long Term Rental Plan

I saw this comment somewhere, “You do not own gold, you only rent it.” In the moment I thought how silly that comment was. Of course I can own gold. I can go to a jewelry store and buy gold jewelry. I can go to a coin shop and buy gold coins. What is this person thinking?

After some weeks when the quote resurfaced in my mind again, I understood. We really do not buy gold, we only rent gold. We live only a short time in when compared to a thousand years. Gold has been around longer than we have a history of remembering gold. I understood in a moment, we really never own anything. Gold is only a focus point.

We buy several assorted items such as food, clothing and sundries, and we use them for our benefit and well being. Eventually as happens in the bigger scheme of things, the food is all eaten, the clothes wear out, and the sundries are all used up. In this manner we really own nothing.

Even when it comes to our person, we are on a long or short term rental depending on our point of view. Our cells are replaced at a varying frequency depending on which cells they are. I have read that about every decade we areĀ  completely new in that every cell in our body has been replaced with the exception of some brain neurons. No idea whether this is really true or not. For the most part I imagine it is true.

Everything we are and own is on a rental plan. Someone or something used it before us, and someone or something else will use it again after we are done. From the precious metal we buy to the food we eat and the clothes we wear. Evberything is disposed of during some time in our life span. Life span not to mean the same as being alive, but rather when we are forgotten by those who came after us.

Depending on what our beliefs are, even our spiritual self is cycled and recycled over and over. Some people believe when we are born, we are not a product of a single former personality, but rather a collection former personalities who lived before us. We either formed ourselves, or were formed using splinters of peoples personalities who lived before us.

Rented living, Rented us, we are all on the Rental Plan

Rented living, Rented us, we are all on the rental plan

A splash of Madam Currie, a dash of Drusilla, a smidgen of Cleopatra if you are a woman. If you are a man, perhaps a few grains of Napoleon, a slice of Da Vinci, a drop or two of Confucius. Several other bits and pieces of other famous and not so famous personality traits possibly added for a perfect combination that becomes us.

Of course many of us are in the eternal court. We have the same spirit evolving and changing over lifetimes, yet remaining the same spiritual essence it was when we were first created. Our creation also a matter of perception and beliefs, as old as the winds of time. We change bodies as we change clothes.

No matter we are only renting. Everything we know as us, and everything we pretend to own is transient. We are what we are. We are the only “us” here in this instance of our existence. Ignoring even us is open to speculation.

No matter what we think we are, or who we will become, or are prevented from becoming, we are all we have to work with. We divide ourselves into differing percentages of the spiritual and mundane worlds (spiritual and physical, with spiritual not to be confused as being religious though they can be the same, but do not need to be the same) and build our existence to our liking. Would we choose to have it any other way? We are all on the long term rental plan.

Eyes of the Beholder

I believe there are a few lessons in this story. Lessons about buying unique items and our always changing perception. I was in a second hand store looking for a unique coffee cup of all things. A wide base cup. They look like the one in this picture.

Wide Bottom Coffee Mug

This is a hybrid of wide bottom mugs. Many designs have a wider bottom.

As I am looking through the glassware, I spotted this small piece of pottery placed far back from the edge of the shelf. I saw this view of it, and decided on the spot it was in the budget. I turned it around and there was a similar ornate picture on that side too.

The pottery has a crackle finish, and has “C GOLD SATSUMA” written on red on the bottom. The design looks old, and the crackle finish lends itself to the pot looking old. For a five dollar bill I thought it was a great find.

Very Collectible Pottery having a unique design

Very Collectible Pottery having a unique design

When I get home I looked up Satsuma on the Internet as I had never heard the word before. Satsuma is an old territory in Japan with quite a colorful history. How I ended up with a piece of pottery from there was a mystery to me.

I decided to look up “C GOLD SATSUMA” and found pages of information about Satsuma pottery. There was nothing about “C GOLD SATSUMA”, however. None of the pictures looked like the little pot resting on the table. On one of the later web pages I found a reference to fake Satsuma pottery once made in China and sold to Europe and United States.

I looked a little closer at my find. Turning the pottery 1/4 turn instead of 1/2 turn I saw this:

One of the fake Satsuma  pieces probably made in China and sold to the west.

One of the faked Satsuma pieces probably made in China and sold to the west.

This decoration definitely looks Chinese to me. Funny how I missed looking at the whole piece of pottery until it was brought up in the article. How could I not see the other two areas of the pot? From a monetary perspective it is questionable whether I paid too much for this little pot.

From my perspective, I enjoy looking at this little pot and it is money well spent. When I have a find like this I always wonder about the journey it took, and the stories it could tell me if it could speak. All the way from someones hands in a pottery shop in China to a second hand store, where I found it.

The little pots journey is still not done. There will come a time, when it begins a new chapter in its travels. The little pot will hopefully pass from my care on to someone else, who appreciates the piece of pottery for what it is, and not what it could have been.