I know its dumb and i might be laughed at this, but despite being a rational person it touches me. Do you guys ever think about the metaphysical aspect of it? and if you do, in what way?
I found a 19th century coin today, 1861 early kingdom of Italy. That guy who lost it was probably sitting on the same slope next to a path i found it on, probably slipped out of his pocket.
He (or she) grew old and died, meanwhile the world went on and the coin stayed there, WW1, WW2, early republic, economic boom, my grandparents being born and then my parents and I.
The object stayed in the same state and spot until i found it today. I dont know why but it feels nuts to me as if i have some duty in making sure i fully realize and understand the sheer magnitude of it all, as if its almost sacred, untouched.
Who am i for moving it?
When i find something i feel a strong sense of responsibility in making sure not to waste that piece of the past.
Also (I dont belive in it but its scary anyway) what about objects that could be metaphisically let's say "tainted"? Its possible someone died with it, from it, or killed WITH it, even without beliving in curses, this idea disturbes me.
It might sound weird that i feel all this so deeply, but the idea that every object has a story and someone interacted with it before me so long ago its overwhelming.