I would like to tell you of a dream I had last night. In this dream, I was visiting a people who lived in a forest.

Although they were not without a few manufactured belongings, some scraps of clothing mostly, they lived autonomously. They grew their own food. They hunted in the forest. It provided them almost everything.

Inside this forest there was a long stretch of windows, and behind the windows, a view of a large city.

The city's buildings were very tall and looming, and on one large metal platform, there was a factory, right in the middle of the window, framed by buildings. It was clearly the most visible building of them all. It was spewing a long trail of pitch-black smoke which spiralled into the sky.

I asked the forest people if they saw this smoke outside of their windows every day.

Not every day, they told me, and in fact this appeared to be the first time that they really noticed it.

Suddenly, a puff of the pitch-black smoke fell, and drifted toward the windows. The people were scared of it, and they scrambled to close the windows. Finally it drifted harmlessly by.

They asked me what it was.

I told them that some people use it to make themselves things.

They asked, what sort of things?

I showed them; I lifted up a wooden credit card, with numbers and bars on it.

They asked me, what is it used for?

I told them it was used to get more things made by the Black Smoke.

They asked me, is it was evil?

I told them that yes, it is. I told them that eventually the smoke would fill up the world and everyone would choke.

They asked me, then why do people use it?

I told them, because it makes things that gives them pleasure.

And they looked very sad.

And that was it, that was my dream.