The joy of simplicity.

Everything in life can become a rabbit hole.

No matter what it is we fall in love with or become intrigued with, it can devour us and take us into oblivion for as long as we live.

It’s just one of those things that add flavor to our existence.

There’s really no limit to the stuff we can embrace.

We can become infatuated with almost anything, add it to our personality, and build on it.

From tiny housing to hard science.

From plant-based living to geocaching.

From being a left-wing activist to earning billions while destroying the earth and not giving a fuck.

And of course ‘spirituality’, that vague concept we all have different ideas about, is an endless playground for infinite directions we can roam and explore, because we can go from yoga to crystals to angels and horse-whispering and back, and there’s much, much more.

We can study the Tao, spend the rest of our lives trying to become master meditators, or explore the many intricacies of non-duality.

You get the idea.

Today I was watching an older BBC show that follows people who are building and renovating houses to make them into their dream projects, and the guy in…