Within my vision, I saw a great field, stretching as far as the eye could see.  The whole field had been ploughed and the field was covered with golden coins (the size of a man’s hand), as if the wealth of the world was there.  And I beheld the glory of the harvest of that Earth.  And I felt like a king of that field.

On the other side, I saw another field, utterly barren, rotting and where nothing could grow, a frightening desolation.  And I saw a cart without horses, a cart without the voices of wives, children, or people, an empty cart forlorn, forsaken and forgotten.

And I knew the joy of that glory, and I knew the depths of uttermost despair.  And I knew that thus it must be. And no man could add or take away from the sum of it all.