The Poor Life of an Alternative Rich Man

Deep in the mountains, a true love boy, a bumpy growth, a tortuous psychological journey, and an eternal yearning are like candlelight, weak but warm, without the greasiness of glitz and money, like wildflowers blooming quietly in the valley, like conch shells blown by the wind on the beach, leading people into the ethereal space of meditation, gradually eliminating the understanding of literal rich people, and setting aside a group of people with clear souls to give themselves hope and a little nourishment to their souls. This is the specious poor life of an alternative kind of rich people.