When I was little a decided to collect rocks. Mostly the rocks I picked were dull and gray, and could fit in my palm. I liked to line them up in my Sesame Street playhouse and charge my younger brother admission. (I think he payed me in rocks.) It wasn't until years later someone explained that the point of collecting rocks was to have a unique or beautiful set to display and, I don't know, probably talk with other rock enthusiasts about and maybe attend a conference. All those years, I'd just been trying to collect all of the rocks. I did make a pretty good dent in them. Lesson learned: don't listen to other people; they'll ruin your rock collection.
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