A farmer lived happily but modestly on account of his  many children.  In the same  neighborhood, a man of means had chosen not to have family and in consequence had accumulated many fine things.

One day he invited the farmer over to show his things.  There were many beautiful objects of gold and other precious materials.

“You are showing me these things,” the farmer said, “because you have no one else to show them to.”

Moral: Means are a means, not an end.

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