O, on what will the people and nations now build their hope because in an enormous depression all the money-systems are standing weak and faintly. Look, it is completely too late for the world-money-systems to now want to trust in gold.

So, just give us a little sugar and give us a little salt. Also, do not forget the gas, the coals and the wood, because all the children become very old overnight because of shock. Look, Europe, Asia and America will experience unprecedented, destructive coldness in their next winters and everyone longs for a cozy little fire in simplicity.

Yes, they long for just a little security for their survival and conservation. The prepper longs for a lonely little house of wood, built in a secluded forest. Yes, they long for clear mornings drenched with dew and built with humanity on the firm foundation of Godly simplicity.

But there is little on which man can build their hope anymore because love has weakened in everything. Oh, regret upon regret, but the big world grave has already been dug. The world-path was wide, but the gate to heaven so narrow and thin.

Blasphemously heaven was snarled at, mockingly. Now no Hand of Mercy is offered to the worldling. The future was built on loose sand and all that is left, is a period that mourns its forthcoming end.

So, just give us a handful of flour, with a little sugar and a pinch of salt. Also do not forget the gas, the coals and the firewood. Look, in tremendous shortages mankind is also terribly, infinitely cold.