the little stone

I would like to start off with not a quote, but a poem:

How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn't care about Careers
Amd Exigences never fears --
Whose Coat of elemental Brown
A passing Universe put on,
And independent as the Sun
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute Decree
In casual Simplicity --

This, as you may or may not know, is an Emily Dickinson poem. And sometimes, though we may not know it, the simplest days are the best. Sometimes it seems like the jam-packed ones are the best, and on a shallow level they are. But there is deeper meaning in simplicity. And we get a more fulfilling satisfaction with simplicity.
So in the theme of simplicity, I will end this post short. Peace and love to all.