We are but couches

Goods? A misnomer, if you ask me. More like unnecessaries. Books and CDs and movies aren't what first comes to mind when goods are mentioned, but they're more good than most goods. People want to have, have, have, but how many want to be, be, be? They live not for themselves, they live for goods, never realizing that the only real good is them. They're not their skin and their spleen, they're their ideas, they're mind. Healthy mind, healthy body? Likely. But the inverse isn't necessarily true. At all, really

The progress of civilization is but the progress of comfort. The progress of longevity. Who among us has seem real progress of state of mind? Who among us should really care what their house looks like if it's home? Whose dream is a Ferrari and not another dream? We all strive for the material and for the spiritual, but who strives for their heart's prize instead of their eyes' or their hands', or their genitals, really? Stuff is nice, no doubt. But the problem is when stuff becomes the stuffing inside our skin

Live and let go, live and let flow