nice poem steve...everything's relative. we all have our values, our tastes, our drive or lack thereof. most often, folks that must work for a living have little choice in many matters. same for many of leisure, I'm sure. however, I tend to bed down in your camp, as I'm a man of little need and few wants (I am a humble working peasant). my greatest love is being with my family, watching my grass grow, tending my gardens, romping with the dogs. that sort of stuff. our lifestyle choices obviously adjust due to our age and responsibilities. promoting peace, love and understanding will forever be my journey, I hope. though you probably won't find me at any demonstrations marching on any capitols...probably. but as a young man, I did. but yes, like you, I sometimes wish that all were able to 'wake up and smell the coffee', as it were.