The futility of material enjoyment, everyone wants to be happy, but generally we can find only a little happiness and affection in this world. Why is it that even people who seem to have everything are unhappy, in spite of their wealth and opulence. Ultimately, the body is bound to become ashes or stool. The truth about the body we are so attached to will die and disappear, but we dont think we shall disappear forever. Are we really this body, or the soul within the body.