Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) wrote, in his essay 'Pulvis et Umbra' on Kosmos, i.e. universe: "All of these we take to be made of something we call matter: a thing which no analysis can help us conceive; to whose incredible properties no familiarity can reconcile our minds. This stuff…rots uncleanly into something we call life."
The incredible properties of the matter or in biblical sense 'dust', falls under chemistry. In other words, life is the chemical or physical reaction which we may observe, say, in a garden hose left loose on the lawn; as soon as the faucet is turned on it keeps vigorously twisting and jumping.
As we know, each matter has certain bonding properties. For instance, the Plaster of Paris has a tendency to absorb great amount of water? Then air, also, has the same tendency to evaporate the Plaster of Paris and turn it dry.
When it comes to other matters, erectus two-feet walking matter, we see that it can possess properties, one of which is called 'greed'. Greed is defined as a characteristic which motivates man to acquire something more than required. And greed is one of the Seven Deadly Sins!
Anyway, we know some men are greedy and they accumulate a lot, like the Plaster of Paris. On the other hand, we cannot build a brick wall without mortar? Greedy men, mortar, are needed to perform a public task.
However, it happens that once we use these greedy sticky people, we fail to get rid of them. The worst case is when they revolt and usurp power and we allow them to use their secret service, police force, etc, to take us hostages.
Since universe is in favor of equilibrium, there must be a reliable method to chip away the cement we used to erect the wall which has turned out to be our prison sell.
When this passage reached here, I learned of a 93-year old widowed dependent pensioner who lives with her younger married son, wounded in action and unemployed, with two children. This woman, bedridden, every month goes to the bank along with her trustful biological daughter who lives several blocks away and transfers the entire pay to her daughter's account as a saving for a rainy day! Not a penny is passed to the wounded son!
The noble son probably uses his savings or assets to fully provide for the mother who never stops criticizing her son's wife and children!
