“Don’t hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust or—worse!—stolen by burglars. Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it’s safe from moth and rust and burglars. It’s obvious, isn’t it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.”
Growing up, I wanted to drive a Kenworth. From ages 6 to 16, I aspired only to drive a semi-truck (notice that this aspiration faded once I actually learned how to drive). When most girls put up posters of pretty things, or (later) boy bands they “loved,” I wrote to Kenworth and received, gratis, a plethora of shiny marketing posters. I’m sure the PR people were delighted to have a young girl into their trucks, and they reflected this by sending me any literature I wanted. I papered my walls with these posters.