Retreat in reclusion in simulated poverty states may be achievable, though it would essentially be artefactual. Embracing real poverty, and living among the poverty stricken, has been achieved only by the likes of Mahatma Gandhi and Mother Teresa, who could infuse ethics, and derive a spiritual satisfaction from the exercise. But again, these were rare humans, the acme of the species, with high spiritual objectives. For them, seeking poverty was for an altruistic goal, a determined, grim undertaking. Poverty can never be fun or games, or a source of joy or inspiration, as some idealists and romantics like to profess from distances far removed from the dusty, grimy grind of the gutters.
Poverty leads to subhumanoid attrition of human body and spirit.
Ecstasy and ethic are essentially human traits, of a transcendental kind at that. The romantics who seek bliss in Poverty chase a mirage, and those who claim to have found it, coin a false myth. The best proof of the above assertions lies in the undeniable fact that the poverty-stricken would any day opt for an exchange of their lives of penury for existence of blatant consumerism and affluence. That concludes all arguments. Poverty is a curse, a sin, a blasphemy and an indictment of the whole spectrum of humankind.