In the course of my pilgrimage, I visited Pleasant Hill, a Shaker settlement near Lexington, Kentucky. Like most of its counterparts, it had long since ceased being a working community, and—as with many of the others—its buildings had become a museum. But you could stay there. In my room at Pleasant Hill, there was a chair hanging on the wall (the Shaker way of good housekeeping); one very small, simple bed; and, next to the bed, a little chest of drawers with a lamp on top. When I walked in I thought, How strange to live in such a barren room with no ornament, no clutter. But by the end of the second day, the room had begun to feel better to me. Its order and serenity seemed to clear my mind. With little else to take in, my eye settled on the beautiful trees that were gracefully framed by the room's long windows. And I decided that when I got home, I would have the world's biggest garage sale.