Our homes are often a reflection of our state of mind. The cluttered countertops and heaps of laundry. Things, endless things, strewn about, out of place or never needed. These insubstantial substances that fill our lives but bring nothing to it. We fumble about in the dark, knocking toes and mouthing curses at their presence as if we hadn't put them there to begin with. For some this may even bring them comfort. Surrounded by such semblance of meaning that they remain hidden. Buried. Safe from the inquisitive world. Safe from themselves. Clean up your house. Rid yourself of that which does not fulfill you. Embrace nothingness as space for your heart and mind to expand. Do this, and every space you inhabit will feel like home.