A large pile of objects is obstructing your view.

“Okay, now what?” you say.

“I don’t know man,” says a disembodied voice.

“I don’t really care about this or that and if I never saw either of them again, I probably wouldn’t care,” it continued.

Your eyelids are heavy, your back is tense. You decide to open up that trash bag and toss it.

“See,” the voice said, “I didn’t feel a thing. There are things we have lost that will never come back. There are things that will be made that shouldn’t be lost, but sometimes it’s time to think about how things can be.”

“Ah,” you respond, “Thank you.”