I am a rich child of a loving universe.

The pot on your stove might be somebody's grandmother's. Someone taught you to swim, or to cook one thing properly, or handed you the name you answer to. None of it appears in any account.

There's a whole inheritance that arrives untaxed and unrecorded — languages, recipes, a way of handling bad news that you learned by watching someone handle it in front of you at twelve.

It doesn't pay the rent. It also can't be lost in a bad year, which is more than can be said for most assets.