One needs some simple pleasures to live the simple life.

Simple pleasure is sacred because it is simple.

Simple is sacred because the self – with all it’s cunning and ambition and turmoil – can barely survive in it.

Simple life is very pleasurable because it is abundant with simple pleasures. Not adulterated by the lingering memory, the clinging to pleasure, the process of addiction — for it’s too simple and plain for the mind, too common and spontaneous — for the mind to expropriate it.

I espouse the simple pleasures as a road to something higher – which is the simple life.