Humans, who are the most intelligent of all, are the most astray. In spite of all one's pride, the human being has created an artificial world as an improvement upon nature. But in creating this artificial world, they have lost their way. And in this artificial world that one has made as a paradise, is one happy? Does a person not cause more and more bloodshed every time and every time even worse than before? Is one not unjust to one's fellow being? How can a world which can give one that intoxication and absorb all one's mind, time, and effort in that intoxication give a person that happiness which is the craving of one's soul?