Ignore for a moment that all-purpose utilitarian notion that making things useful is, in all situations, pratical and warranted.

No one really lives by the idea mentioned above, thus the overabundance of personal video libraries and knick-knack collections the only purpose of which is decorative or the safe outlet of a psychotic obsessive-compulsive disorder kept under the guise of miniature ceramic animals and Beanie Babies stored on shelves and displayed without humility.

For those of you who have not seen it, I introduce the combination toilet sink:
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Below is a bowl as on any porcelain god but above, where most people put crocheted decorations topped with candles and other fragrant offerings to cover what we all know can be unpleasant, is the crown of this queen: a sink complete with faucet and shallow basin funneling the water back into the tank for further use as gravity pulls it back into the natural cycle.

There is something inherently unappealing about washing your hands on the toilet or with any part that comes directly from or goes directly to the toilet. I know the saying that basically it is all plumbing, however, I beg to differ on the small detail of what we know as a toilet and what we think of as cleanliness, regardless of where the dog chooses to drink. I do not think I am alone here.

Granted, in the woods I have resorted to the politically incorrectly named "indian charmain" at times when proper facilties did not present themselves or I did not want to wait in line. However, that is part of being outdoors, in nature so to speak, and it is a wild place. In here I'll keep the cleansing of the body's interior and exterior in distinctly separate places.