You ask me to plough the ground! Shall I take a knife and tear open my mother's bosom? Then when I die she will not take me to her bosom to rest. You ask me to dig for stone! Shall I dig under her skin for her bones? Then when I die I can not enter her body to be born again. You ask me to cut grass and make hay and sell it, and be rich... but how dare I cut off my mother's hair?... Each one must learn for their self the highest wisdom. It cannot be taught in words... People who work cannot dream, and wisdom comes to us in dreams.