Chapter 7 Economics - 2

People work under a big mistake.Most of the human body is quickly plowed by the plow and turned into fertilizer in the soil.As stated in a scripture, a specious fate commonly known as "necessity" dominates people, and the wealth they accumulate is corroded by moths and rust, and attracts thieves who pick up the trunk.This is a stupid life. People may not understand it during their lifetime, but people will understand it at the end of their lives. It is said that when Dukalian and Bier created human beings, they threw stones behind their backs.Poetry goes: Inde genus durum sumus, experiensque laborum,

Et doeumenta damus qua simus origine nati. Later, Raleigh also sang two resounding lines: "From then on, people's hearts are hardened, and they work hard without complaint, Proof that our bodies are rocks. " How blindly to follow a false oracle, throwing stones over your head and behind your back, without seeing where they fall. Most men, even in this freer land, are, through mere ignorance and error, laden with fictitious cares, and menial labors, unable to reap the sweet fruits of life.Overwork has made their fingers clumsy and trembling too much for gathering.Indeed, the laboring man, day after day, finds no leisure to make himself truly whole; he cannot maintain the most courageous relations among men;He had no time for anything but a machine.How could he remember his ignorance--he lived on his ignorance--didn't he often rack his brains?Before we can comment on them, we have to go to great lengths to warm him, feed him, and restore him to health with our stimulants.The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruit, can only be preserved by gentle handling.However, no one can get along so tenderly with each other.

Among the readers, we all know these situations. Some people are poor and feel that life is not easy. Sometimes, it can even be said that they can't even breathe.I have no doubt that among the readers of this book, there are those who cannot afford to pay for the whole meal eaten and the clothes that are quickly worn or torn, and it is difficult to sneak in to read these pages. That was time stolen from creditors.What a low, evasive life many of you lead, that's evident, for my eyes have been sharpened on the whetstone of experience; Paying off your debts, you are sunk in a very old quagmire, what is called in Latin aes alienum—in other people's copper coins, are not some coins made of copper; in other people's copper coins, you are born, died, and finally buried; you promised to pay tomorrow, and another tomorrow, until you died today, and the debt was not settled; how many ways you begged, begged for mercy, and asked for care, you did not go to prison; you Lying, flattering, voting, shrinking yourself into a well-behaved hard shell, or bragging about yourself, putting on an air of generosity and generosity as thin as a cloud, which makes your neighbors trust you and allow You make them shoes, or hats, or coats, or vehicles, or buy them food; you stuff a handful of coins in a broken box, or in a sock behind plaster, Or tucked away in a brick building at the bank, where it is safer; no matter where, how much, or how little, raising money to guard against sickness makes you fall ill yourself.

I sometimes wonder why we are so reckless, I would almost say, to practice the notorious system of slavery brought in from abroad.There were so many cruel and skilled slave owners who enslaved the slaves of the South and the North.A southern warden is vicious, and a northern warden worse, but you are the worst slave wardens yourselves.What to talk about - the sanctity of man!Look at the horse-drivers on the road, rushing to the market day and night, what sacred thoughts are stirring in their hearts?Their highest duty is to feed the donkeys and horses and drink water!What is their fate compared with the profit of transportation?Aren't they driving a busy gentleman?What is sacred about them, what is immortal about them?See them crouching and stealthy, trembling all day long, neither holy nor immortal, who see their trade, and know themselves to be of the title slave or prisoner.Compared with our self-knowledge, the tyrannical lord of public opinion is powerless.It is how a person sees himself that determines his fate and points to his destination.To speak of self-liberation of mind and imagination in the provinces of the West Indies without a single Wilburforce to promote it.Consider, too, that the women of this continent weave toilet cushions for the day of their death, without the slightest concern for their own fate!As if wasting time does not harm eternity.