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Book Exsect 1

Hear the wild dogs out there in the night. They howl & wail because they are lean with with hunger. Yet feed them and what do they? Fight & strut. Then fight & fight some more, giving no thought to the morrow that will surely come.

Just so it is with the sons of men. Give them a choice of gold & wisdom -- what do they do? Ignore the wisdom & waste the gold. On the morrow they wail because they have no more gold.

Gold is reserved for those who know it's laws & abide by them.

*The Richest Man in Babylon: 5 Laws of Gold*

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