However rich you are, as long as there is none to share, your wealth is just a misery. It dusts away then it rusts away. All these happen when you must away.
By wisdom, may you put your lust away, and share your welfare whenever you can. Hence is why I write. I write to make sure you let your fruits rest in your neighbours’ belly, instead in your larder’s. To end the world hunger, is to end the waste.
As you hear my words, you shall spread them, like a farmer scatters seeds on the ground. Whenever the time comes, you shall harvest them. You must harvest them, or else all that effort will be ruined. A farmer who does not eat his own fruit is not a farmer, but a killer.
Know my fruits, taste what I share with you. My words. I am eating first to share it with you afterwards because I am no serpent. Eat if I don’t die, spit if I die.
And on the archways are written, “Blessed are those who feed their neighbour with what they themselves desire to eat. Their kingdom has no end”.