Once upon a time I felt so identified with my books. I felt anyone could walk into my apartment, take a look at my collection of novels, non fiction, film texts, travel books, catalogues from film festivals that have shown mt films, journals and get a pretty good idea of who I am.Since the last satsang, I no longer identify myself with these books, so when I came back I had a strong urge to get rid of them. I cleared out 40-50 books, mostly novels I will never read again and biographies of people I'm no longer interested in, and donated them to this charity drive, now in effect till March 24. http://www.go.asia/%E6%9B%B8%E5%87%BA%E6%84%9B%E5%BF%83-%E5%8D%81%E5%85%83%E7%BE%A9%E8%B3%A3/?lang=zh-hant