The wiseman was visibly shaken, and dropped his rocks and goddess figurines. He stormed out of the room crying those hunter-gatherer crocodile tears. The same tears the hunter-gatherers cried when they were conquered and forced to farm(who today live in such luxury that most now have houses to live in). There is no doubt that at this point our &quot;wise&quot;man wished he had pulled himself up by his leather shoestraps and established his own society with himself on top.