Reading the last few responses on this thread, I am literally somersaulting backwards off the top of a skyscraper into a chartreuse thunderstorm while wearing a Tickle Me Elmo puppet on my soon-to-be-made-useless reproductive organ.
Luckily, it's a very tall building and I'm a fast writer. This Ayre-Born™ Thought-Type™ helmet is snappy as well (in the sense that it's affixed to my head with snaps).
The more we acquire, the greater our chance of disappointment. Less is not only more. It is also more fulfilling. "Schmuecke dich, O liebe Seele."