Genesis 3:19, 23
19. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
23. Therefore the LORD God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from whence he was taken.
God levied a curse on man owing to rebellion, and we operate under it even today. It ought to be a constant reminder of sin; rebellion against Almighty God, which originated in the Garden of Eden so long ago. Satan and his mob have not ceased making inconceivable insinuations about God’s sovereignty. Neither has man ceased falling prey to the same; taking bites of the proverbial apple. This theme remains a constant throughout history since the fall of man.
One accusation borne of the evil principle was that tilling the ground, et cetera, was profitless. The same evil principle put forth a solution as well; take the priceless labor of the farmer and redirect it. Create well-meaning, money oriented, profit driven businesses. Then, without agitation, take ownership of all vital resources. For the future odalisques, plan first-rate communities for living and with deliberate care develop urban areas. Keep the skivvies at honorable wages and produce all the essentials that pertain to life in profusion. Establish a modest profit margin then, in a low-key manner, sell the piles of conveniences back to the doted on public.
Alas, it releases the public from the drudgery of agrarian life. All goods shipped to nearby stores in ready-made heaps. Now, to reap the harvest, one only needs pluck from a rack or pull from a shelf. Joining the fold, one travels through an alley, a narrow corridor and eventually arrives at a predetermined location where an attendant kindly collects your earnings then promptly shows you the exit. The concentration of people in cities allows for much longed for association and fellowship with one’s neighbors. Workdays and weeks are shorter; modern appliances also contribute to an easier life. Finally, after long centuries filled with hard labor, one finds ample time for repose. Innocence is bliss.