The man who thinks and calls himself the crown of all creatures thinks about the beginning and end of his life, then he will see that first stage of his creation is filth and stench, and that at the end of it his beautiful body becomes the food of insects. Even after this clear and obvious reality, everyone is engrossed in the imaginary world of profit and gain. Only one thought has become his prime imperative and purpose of life: wealth, wealth and more wealth. That wealth is so much infinite muck. When anyone falls into it, he can no longer live in the nobility of the senses.