In my spiritual practice, my teacher encourages me to avoid or release anger.  According to Buddha, anger is a non-virtuous motivation for action.  Even protest, he teaches, should be done out of compassion rather than anger.  And I do work very, very hard at that.  I’ve made progress. But today the world just sucked, and I decided to ride out the anger.  Yesterday I drove by a very hand-made sign for an estate sale, which led me to think about that event as a sort of sad, bankrupt museum of what someone loved that could be monetized.  Here’s “I Write the Ending.”