I gotta say, if the simple pleasures in life brought most of us joy, we wouldn’t continually try to find it elsewhere.

Or maybe it’s just me. Maybe the restlessness associated with constantly inventing and innovating is natural, and even good to a degree. Although, just looking around at the world at present, one might question where the natural stopping point is, if there is even one at all.

Maybe inner poverty ought to be our focus, at least those of us whose basic needs are met (basic in the most basic sense, not the inflated 21st century sense).