…that you realise what they mean to you. The wonky window just blew out and smashed off one ear and one foot of my wombat.
I could blame the landlord for never getting around to fixing the wonky window.
I can blame myself for putting the wombat there on the window sill next to Ganesha (who, being more wise, escaped harm). All things considered, it was a stupid place.
I could blame my attachment to material things that the Buddha would tell me is the source of all misery.
I am sweeping up the pieces.