Let every state be simple like a small village with few people There may be tools to speed things up ten or a hundred times yet no one will care to use them There may be boats and carriages yet they will remain without riders There may be armour and weaponry yet they will sit collecting dust

The people must take death seriously and not waste their lives in distant lands Let them return to the knotting of cord Let them enjoy their food and care for their clothing Let them be content in their homes and joyful in the way they live

Neighbouring villages are within sight of each other Roosters and dogs can be heard in the distance Should a man grow old and die without ever leaving his village let him feel as though there was nothing he missed