From the Gospel of Luke, Chapter 12
The farmer's fields overflowed. His barns were bursting — more grain than he could ever store.
He sat and schemed: "I'll tear down my barns and build bigger ones!" He was pleased with himself.
The bigger barns rose high and swallowed the harvest. Door after door closed around his treasure.
He sat among his wealth and said: "Eat! Drink! Be happy!" But there was no one there with him.
That night, a voice whispered: "Fool. Tonight your life is required of you." The candle went dark.
“Life does not consist in an abundance of possessions.”
You finished The Rich Fool. Your garden has one more flower in it.