TV's.

Larger than myself.

Pools.

With more water than all the tears ever shed.

Material.

Who needs it to truly be at ease?

Conformity is such a disease.

People perceive their life,

By what they have,

Their entire self worth based,

On how far up the ladder they climb,

But what if they fall,

Like a child from a tree

Would that self worth be,

As high as they once perceived?

Their security blanket gone,

Alone in a world so cold,

But warmth should surround them,

Like a quiet winter night by the fireside.

"Go forth, be not afraid, for the Lord thy God is with thee, withersoever thou goeth."

Material does not make the man,

Man makes the material.

Live of nature,

Man thinking.