I believe it's the Japanese who say that "when your house is finished, you're dead." Or something to that effect. Recently I heard a quotation attributed to nomads that goes along the lines of "a house is a coffin for the living." Interesting stuff, because though a house is the place where we find solace, it can also lead you to feel trapped. I don't mean the house itself so much as the great many worldly possessions we amass over a lifetime. A nomad, of course, does not have this option for he must travel light. Both views resonate for me because I enjoy feathering the lair, but I have a restless soul.