The Gardener(24)

The sun-favored island lay in the splendour of the gulf as the gentle breeze caressed the lawns and swaying palms, impressing its soothing music on the salt waters of the cove and riffling the bleached hair of the tanned naked workingman as he made his way along the path to the nurseries, absorbed in his job, indifferent to the pleasantness surrounding him, feeling neither good nor bad nor neutral, contemplating the effect his report on the status of the plants in progress would have on his masters. Yes, he considered easily, his masters, for slavery still existed in this quiet, comfortable land of the south; every one was a master and every one a slave. Although this was one of the worlds inhabitated by gods and goddesses, as dimly perceived by our Buddha in 500 b.c.e., the more complete understanding of this far-flung expanse of space and its metaphysical implications inspired serious application of intellect toward meeting the suggested standards of galactic evolution.

The longer life continues, the more information integrated by this aggregate, the greater trust in the words of the Buddha is realized; that all the many problems of the populations of the world have in truth one cause: ignorance and concommittant fear.