Getting rich. The basic assumption is that everyone desires to be rich. Win the lottery. Hit the jackpot. Pot of gold. When you tell anyone that you already did and they can tell you're not loaded, it's easier than admitting you don't want any of those things. Oh if the jackpot music went off while playing the slots, I would jump around but it's not anything I wish for. So that's a rebuff of The Secret? Not really. Steering clear of the things I don't want is right on the spot. Feeling grateful is part of everyday and it's not contrived. The weakest part of my game is allowing political showoffs to get under my skin when I really don't care and do believe it really doesn't matter. I believe you're only as big as the smallest thing that annoys you. I believe where everyone is concurs with where the universe is right about it. Free will is real and we reap what we sow. Hey diddle diddle. These are things we need to address so when you see The Secret you laugh, are dazzled or you wonder why it dwells on getting rich. There are things going on in certain lives that I'm curious about but I get it that staying moored where love has brought me is the best choice to nurture it as well as possible. My lair is where I care. It was fun but exasperating to divide my former self wherever excitement called but getting beyond that is the kind of life extension romantics dream of. I write 'cause I was wrought by the right kind of wrove. Wreally.