If my mind’s modest, I walk the great way. Arrogance is all I fear.

The great way is low and plain, but people like shortcuts over the mountains.

The palace is full of splendor and the fields are full of weeds and the granaries are full of nothing.

People wearing ornaments and fancy clothes, carrying weapons, drinking a lot and eating a lot, having a lot of things, a lot of money: shameless thieves. Surely their way isn’t the way.

Note UKLG: So much for capitalism.