Useless giving, and useless keeping, has robbed them of the bright world,
And set them to this struggle:
What struggle it is, I do not amplify.
But you, my son, can see now the vain mockery
Of the wealth controlled by Fortune,
For which the human race fight with each other,
Since all the gold under the moon,
That ever was, could not give peace
To one of these weary souls.
Dante Alighieri - Inferno VII
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