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-Of course not - the king said when asked if the people want him to be poor.
- What I want is to be the king of that country found in the eighties chapter of the Tao Te Ching ...
The ideal country
A small country with few people.
They are great warriors but do not use their power.
They are people who respect death
And therefore do not travel from place to place
Even if they have cars and boats
They are left there forgotten.
Even if they have all kinds of weapons they exhibit it not
Tie things in knots and strings
They find tasty their lean food
And feel comfortable their rustic dresses
Quiet feel they their simple home
And joyful their simple habits
In this country the neighbor
The rooster and the dog barking is heard
And with all that old people find death
And do not go there to visit.

- Your Highness can do what ever He wants - said the representative of the people ... but I regret
to say that such people can not exist somewhere in this world until humanity does not reach the
state of consciousness called Almateria ...
- Almateria? Is not this the state that I have perhaps achieved? - said the king.
- It's you, your majesty, you are only an aspirant to the blessed world of unadorned simplicity,
the quiet erudition of unused science and power without imposing awaiting the weak. A
contender for the journey itself, solitary hut in the country that do not advertise roosters sunrise
and just content to listen to colleagues who do, in the neighbor country ...
A country where people tied things up with ropes and loaded as well, on their backs ...
Where the food is meager and yet pleasant ...
Where people wear clothes of coarse cloth but so comfortable you never change for tailored suits ...
Where thoroughbreds are used to load outside the city piles of garbage, that is pure excrement is
all that is thrown there ...

In a place like this, no need for a king.

What can a king do in this place? - Well, he touches the sick, listen to the needy, would take the reins of the most pressing issues.
-What sick, your majesty? In a place like that, there is no such patients nor issues to solve or resolve.
- So I would walk through the streets on a white horse greeting the faithful ....-White horse? Never King ....
-Never king what? - The king should never ride a white horse ... only then can be unknown. There, all residents
are only kings and the king is the people.
- Then, I abdicate in favor of anyone who wants to take my place-King he said.
- Majesty none King like that would truly accept the throne of a king who abdicates.
What your majesty can do is keep his crown and stop trumpeting his status among the inhabitants.
- It is that I was never anything but king; I do not not how to be anything else.
- They did not know either. As kings can not be anything more than what the grace of God
they really are.
- Then, may I call then, "colleagues"?
- Impossible, Your Majesty. No king accepted such rhetorical equalities
I say again that the only thing you can do is be saved to proclaim your category
and forget the sacred purple robe.
-And how can I live well, without subjects or court that flatters? - This is most surprising in a country like this.
-And, what about - say queen, or "queens"? - The queens plant medicinal plants in small gardens behind small houses and teaches
children the secret points of the human body.

- What about the elderly? - He asked, the king.

- The elderly have long been gone ...
- Where? Where have they gone? - They've gone to the Big Dipper, walking the Milky Way.
- It's a country?- Yes, it is the country and that country Almateria same're there now,
Sire, because you are one of the elders who have been elected ...
You're the king of the Big Dipper and you have to remember that we all here are kings ...

The ideal country

A small country with few people.

They are great warriors but do not use their power.
They are people who respect death
And therefore not travel from their place
Even if they have cars and boats
They left there all forgotten
Even if they have all kinds of weapons they not exhibit it
Tie things in knots and strings
They find tasty they meager lean food
And its rustic comfortable dresses
Quiet home
Simple and joyful are they with their simple habits
In this country the neighbor
The rooster and the dog barking is heard
And with all that old people find death
And do not go there to visit anybody.
This is told in the Eighty chapter of the Tao Te Ching