First we forgot how to gather food. Then we forgot how to grow food. Then we forgot how to cook food. So what? We know how to gather, and grow money.
And money knows how to cook us.
She asks how’re your spirits
On the top of the world, I tell her
I can still see the back of the eagle
My own wings got battered
Before falling, I left my eyes above
It shall pass
I’ve the patience of a dead man
And the spirit of a young sprout
I’m immune to the doings of time
Each time he was thrown to the ground
and defeated, he grew stronger
His defeats made him stronger.
– About Antaeus, the Greek god; learnt while watching “The Great Debaters”