I still remember the day when I saw this man in an ashram in India. We were wandering around Benares, and saw a monumental gate - on the other side was a lovely garden. Our curiosity got the best of us and we walked in.
We found men dressed like this one who spent their days in mediation and contemplation. Their only possessions were the clothing they wore, their bowls for meals, and a pair of wooden sandals. They had little cells, each equipped with a '"charpoy" (wood bed with woven net for a mattress).
They asked us many questions about how we lived, and were amazed at the price we paid for our airplane tickets. To them it was more money than they had ever seen in their lives.
We went back in the afternoon and took a few photos, and chatted with them some more. They were all gathered around a man who was reading to them. It was a picture of perfect peace.