The day man walked out of the garden, he found that the vegetation, the weather and his aesthetic surroundings required of him something he hadn't needed before; he had to labor. Now previously, our race, as the story is relayed to us in the Bible, was expected to work. But this employment, as best as we can understand it, was not laborious or unpleasant in any way. Rather, it was as pleasing as the sweetest pomegranate or tender moment spent with his beloved Eve. However, after sin entered that untainted land, and blood poured over the holy ground to cover the dirty dirty tracks of man's conscience, he was forced to leave the perfection of Eden. In our world, the Midgard, the sphere of spheres that dangled between our heaven and that hell, in order to maintain our vegetative life, we had to plant seeds for growth, cut trees for shelter and clothe our bodies at the expense of Nature, that jealous harlot.

But, what is worse is what happened after our population grew. For in the simple life of plow and stock, men increased in number. Tilled earth began to touch other plots of tilled earth. Men grew dissatisfied with the weariness of labor and in observing his neighbors' abundance sought ways to take from the other and thus return to that Edenesque state of pleasure and leisure. Of course the chiseled bodies of flesh as reflected in marble statues could only come from the sweat and pain of digging, pulling, lifting, and holding. However, pride in physique and accomplishment are not quite enough to quell the elysian hunger for lazily lounging as the world waits on us hand and foot. And so, theft led to wars and then to treaties and ultimately to trade between tracts of land. But, in the wars came submission of others who fell in battle and the stronger controlled the weaker. Slavery as expressed in forced labor followed and those discontent with their world of work merely let others do it for them.

And yet, even the product of human effort is never quite enough to attend to the luxuries that were left in our hearts long ago and slowly fermented into greed. Some seasons produced more than others, and man favoring the former but without any means of reproducing a generous harvest was at the mercy of Nature and the gods. And so prayer was born out of greed not gratitude. But the gods knew the hearts of man and eventually gave him over to what he wanted most of all; industry. This in concert with trade, another appalling practice of men to avoid labor, led to commerce and business and the incredibly deceitful commercialism emerged. Capitalism was born and we would never be the same.