IMO the amount of spirituality in our lives is inversely proportional to the number of material things in our lives. When we can prize a simple handmade wooden bowl more highly than a fancy china cabinet full of the finest porcelain china, sterling silver, and lead crystal goblets, perhaps we can begin to understand that the mystics and monks in the austere monasteries were hardly being deprived, but were being allowed to enjoy the most enriched of all lives possible, one unencumbered by anything but spirit and companionship. All you need is love, love is all you need. Young idealistic foolish hippies unabashedly talking of love for the world. How silly and naive.
Love is just another word for sex.
We all know that. The music we accept tells us that. We praise the guy who sings about the pain of a welfare Christmas and how he's gonna buy his girl a brand new car and a house. After all, he's being truly responsible now. He's not sponging off society.