For centuries, men have wanted not to have to bear their burden up the mountain in the sweat of their face. When they got roads, the country and the paths and meadows, as well as the life of centuries, and the trees, were destroyed.
For centuries, men have tried to harvest bigger ears of corn, safe and satisfying, and free for every man. When they finally succeeded in their cultivating, the stalks broke until they developed shorter stalks. And when the big fat ears now stood on strong short stalks, the drinking water was poisoned by the methods that were necessary for the greater growth of the ears on short strong stalks. Poisoned water in the soil for a corn that they now harvest so abundantly that they have had to destroy large parts of it, so that men who lived on cultivation could live, and indeed better, on the remnant that was left to them, free, and to everybody, while still other men in other parts of the world went hungry and longed to live also in such a way, to be sure, poisoned, and in a free world, in a free age, which they won by harvesting more, but there remained the question why? Nobody taught them why or to weigh up gain and loss, the lesson not to do everything that one can, which the gods, the lost ones, had taught for centuries.