The acquisition of simple joys is freedom from all things.
The philosopher may look at a stone and remain fascinated by its essential substance, contemplating its nature, beholding it as no man ever has. As he gains the stone, he loses his wife, yet with this loss, the light of life shines upon his eyes.
The philosopher, though losing his wife, possesses much wealth, having acquired it through politics. As he enjoys the beauty of his palace after the funeral of his beloved, a soldier approaches his abode, and claims the land. Forced to move to another place, as he lost the beauty of his palace, the comfort of his home, he breathed the open air and sat upon his stone, and the light of life shined once more upon his eyes.
He roamed the open lands, traveling from place to place, seeing the nature that God so fashioned for his own mind.
He remembered his wife and wept tears from the center of his soul, his heart filled with the fire and taste of love and sweetness he remembered. And the light of life shined upon his eyes.
He gazed at stars, at the moon, under trees as old as the earth and the water beneath it, as his soul soared across the vastness between mountains. He beheld life as no one ever had, knowing that all ends in this, the glorying in life itself, and the God who fashioned it.
And with each passing day, the light of life shined so bright upon his eyes.
As he sat upon a rock, distant from his home, without friends or family, he looked down upon the ground, and became still. He beheld one thing, very distant from his eyes, and he heard it too. Ribbit ribbit rabbit so the frog still goes. And he smiled, as the light of life shone upon his soul.
Behold a frog he said, peeing and defecating upon the grass across the creek. And he, becoming a fixture to humanity, of the stability of thought, of freedom from all things, of the bliss that life so has, became a stone, chiseled and formed, without one person nor thing, yet forever gazing upon his freedom, the frog, distant and noisy, yet not resting upon his nose.