Am I the only one that cringes at the thought that my lab equipment, which I've carefully dedicated a significant part of my life, time and money,
would be ripped apart on auctions "like a dead carcass in the desert sun"?
It just makes me nervous to think that I could die tomorrow, and all my work would be dissolved away. Not that I'd probably care, I'd be dead. Chances
are there's nothing after death. It fucking sucks, I know.
For those reasons I don't like buying old, used things. There's a story behind them. Sometimes it's someone who has to give up his work because he has
no money to support himself/family, sometimes someone dies, like this... oil sands chemist.
I catch myself thinking: "Wow, I'm like a scavenger".
Not that I think it's rational... or anything woo woo about it, it's just my feeling in the domain of morality.
But then again, at least someone will enjoy the fruits of his work. It depends how you look at things, I guess.
[Edited on 26-5-2012 by Endimion17] |
