"I live in a state of radical appreciation. I give humble thanks for all that I have. Paradise is wherever I am."
Imagine a small country with few people. They have weapons and do not employ them; they enjoy the labor of their hands and do not waste time inventing laborsaving machines.
They take death seriously and do not travel far. Since they dearly love their homes, they are not interested in travel. Although they have boats and carriages, no one uses them.
They are content with healthy food, pleased with useful clothing, satisfied in snug homes, and protective of their way of life.
Although they live within sight of their neighbors, and crowing cocks and barking dogs can be heard across the way, they leave each other in peace while they grow old and die.