Have you been talking to my sis? That sounds like the sort of hippy love rubbish she believes in. Then again, she shagged some tosser in a Union Jack mask that robbed people, so I wouldn't put it past her to turn into an evil guru.
Walking down stairs defeats the purpose of turning my lungs to cinder in the comfort of my own abode, while grumbling behind a newspaper. I'm done taking doctor advice for the time being.