We leave our bodies every time we observe ourselves.
Perhaps within our body, we pushed this thing in front of us and called it good when it got bigger and moved faster.
Then we meditated. From this perspective of one step back, we saw ourselves as dung beetles, and the thing as a ball of manure, packed tightly with false goals.
We can recognize false goals because we push them with effort. Our real goals pull us without effort. They draw us, with peace and joy, to better feelings. They don’t improve one aspect of life while damaging another. They improve life as a whole, us as a whole, and everything as a whole.