Anger is a wound gone mad.
Money is only a human invention.
The real story is not the plot, but how the characters unfold by it.
Money is only a human invention. I get paid for my work, it's a system of trade, but it's not my purpose and reason for living.
The people knew what had made them human. It was not their shortcomings, but their hearts.
People who worship only themselves get a slick, polished look - like monuments. Too bad they had to go so soon.