The houses on my street are all the same size and shape. They are made of gray cement, with few windows, in economical, no-nonsense rectangles Their lawns are crabgrass and their mailboxes are dull metal. To some the sight might be gloomy, but to me their simplicity is comforting The reason for the simplicity isn't disdain for uniqueness, as the other factions have sometimes interpreted it. Everything-our houses, our clothes, our hairstyles-is meant to help us forget ourselves and to protect us from vanity, greed, and envy, which are just forms of selfishness. If we have little, and want for little, and we are all equal, we envy no one.