"Wagon-circling" is an interesting metaphor. It makes sense when what is precious and fragile 'lies wholly within' and only within. 
Another might be the passenger leaping into the sea from a sinking ship clutching his steamer-trunk of gold. 
This winter I have spent many hours combing through old papers, books, files, shredding those with identifying info and  sending the rest on their recycling way. Amazing what little I found "necessary" and/or "precious".  
I pondered in my shedding/shredding just why that little was 'precious'. My answer to self was simply what I want my children and grandchildren to "consider" before they "shed and shred", without the morass in which it was buried. The irrelevance that would deter them from what I considered worth offering them. 
I want them to find our will; to see the quote from Aristotle that is almost verbatim found in I Cor. 13; my infantile poems; that I was "growing"; that my "love" was a bit deeper...
Church is me, as I am Church.